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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D, 

BEQUEATHED   BY  HIM  TO 

THE  LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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HYMN  B"e-oi; 

AND 

iL  GOI.X.EaTION 

OF 

HYMNS,  SONGS  AND  ODES^ 

Foii 

TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS 

AND    ' 


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BY  REV.  JOHN  MARSH. 


NEW-YORK: 

yUBLTSHED    AND    SOLD    AT   THE    OFFICE    OF   THE 
AMERICAN  TEMPERANCE  UNION. 


1842, 


Entej-ed  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1841, 
by  John  Marsh,  in  the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court 
for  the  Southern  District  rff  Now- York 


STEREOTYPED   BY 

VINCENT   L.   DILL. 

12  8  Fulton  Street, 

New-York. 


PREFACE. 

Fkequent  enquiries  for  a  Temperance  Hymn  Bowk 
have  led  to  this  compilation.  Wesley  said  years  ago, 
it  was  a  pity  Satan  should  have  all  the  best  tunes. 
The  same  may  as  properly  be  said  of  songs,  which  haye 
contributed  much  to  intemperance.  Surely  it  is  time 
that  both  music  and  song  which  have  been  thus  per- 
verted, should  at  once  be  rescued  to  the  ciid  of  tem- 
perance. The  numerous  beautiful  poetical  effusions  on 
the  subject,  now  enable  us  to  present  a  valuable  compi- 
lation. It  is  hoped  tliat  it  v>^ill  prove  acceptable  and 
useful  to  the  American  public  ; — valuable  not  only  in 
lemperaace  meetings,  but  in  families,  forming  tho 
minds  and  hearts  of  children  and  youth  to  an  abhor- 
rence of  those  intoxicating  drinks,  which  have  blaip 
their  millions. 

New-Yoek,  April  1,  184L 


T^MP^PvANOS  HYMN  BOOK. 

FAIS^T  I. 

WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE. 


lis. 

ARK  !  hark  ye  !  0  listen  the  sorrow  and  weep- 

Which  rise  from  the  hovel  where  Misery  reigns. 
To  the  howl  of  tlie  winds  a  wild  harmony  keeping, 
Which  chills  the  warm  life-blood  that  speeds  thro' 
our  veins ! 

2  Sad,  sad  is  the  story  those  accents  are  telling! 

Like  the  wail  of  the  dying  it  pierces  the  air  ! 
Oh,  what  has  so  blasted  that  comfortless  dwelling? 
The  monster  Intemperance  is  rioting  there! 

3  The  wife  worse  than  widowed,  forlorn  and  heart-bro- 

ken, 
While  hunger  and  want  make  her  little  ones  cry; 
All  trembling  and  pale,  hears  the  terrible  token 
Of  anguish,  the  steps  of  her  husband  are  nigh  I 

4  Those  sounds  once  she  caught  with  unspeakable  glad- 

ness. 
While  lit  with  affection  her  eye  brightly  shone, 
Now  sunken,  her  bosom  o'er  burdened  with  sadness. 
Like  the  funeral  knell  or  the  dirge's  low  moan ! 

'6  He  comes  !  Sefe  he  comes !  But  no  fond  salutation. 
Breaks  forth  from  his  lips  which  once  murmured 
of loye : 
Those  eyes,  once  accustomed  to  smile  jipprobation. 
Look  dark  as  (he  storm-cloud  which  musters  above. 
1* 


p  WOKS    Of    IxNTtMPiCRAlVCE. 

€  With  oaths  and  reproaches  he  vents  his  displeasure. 
And  smites  the  frail  form  he  is  bound  to  protect; 
Her  tears  and  intreaties  avail  in  no  measure ; 
He  treatij  them  with  scorn  or  with  cruel  neglect. 

7  His  babes  who  once  crowded  around  for  his  blessing. 

Or  sat  gaily  prating  for  joy  on  his  knee, 
Familiar  with  blows  in  the  place  of  caressing, 
Away  from  their  father  instinctively  flee. 

8  Oh  !  the  withering  curse,  and  the  ruin  appalling. 

Which  Alcohol  wreaks  on  a  suffering  world ! 
Let  the  people's  rebuke,  like  hot  thunder-bolts  falling, 
Shower  fierce  oii  the  fiend  till  from  earth  he  is 
hurled  .' 


C.  M. 

1  TNTEMP'RANCE,  like  a  raging  flood, 
JL  Is  sweeping  o'er  the  land ; 
Its  dire  effects,  in  tears  and  blood. 

Are  trac'd  on  every  hand. 

2  It  still  flows  on,  and  bears  away      ,  ^ 

Ten  thousands  to  their  doom :        ^ 
Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay. 
And  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 

3  Almighty  God  !  no  hand  but  thine 

Can  check  this  flowing  tide  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine. 
And  bid  the  flood  subside. 


Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows. 

Destroy  its  fountain  head ; 
That  dire  Intemp'rance  and  its  w^oes 

No  more  the  earth  o'erspread. 

B.J, 


I  •  I 


WOES    OF   INTEMrKRANCB. 

C.  M. 
THE  VICTIM. 

1  *'  ■jH;W  AND  me  the  bowl,  ye  jovial  band," 
JHJI.  He  said,  "  'twill  rouse  my  mirth  ;" 
But  conscience  seized  his  trembling  hand, 
And  dash'd  the  cup  to  earth. 

2.       He  look'd  around,  he  blush'd,  he  laugh'd, 
He  sipp'd  the  sparkling  wave  ; 
In  it  he  read,  "  who  drinks  this  draught, 
Shall  dig  a  murderer^ s  grave .'" 

3  He  started  up  like  one  from  sleep 

And  trembled  for  his  life  ; 
He  gazed,  he  saw-— his  children  weep, 
He  saw  his  weeping  wife. 

4  In  his  deep  dream  he  had  not  felt 

Their  agonies  and  fears ; 
But  now  he  saw  them  as  they  knelt, 
lit  To  plead  with  prayers  and  tears. 

^       But  the  foul  fiend,  her  hateful  spell 
Threw  o'er  his  wildered  mind, 
He  saw  in  every  hope  a  hell, 
He  was  to  reason  blind. 

6  He  grasp'd  the  bowl  to  seek  relief; 

No  more  his  conscience  said  : 
His  bosom  friend  was  sunk  in  grief. 
His  children  begged  for  bread. 

7  Through  haunts  of  horror  and  of  strife, 

He  pass'd  down  life's  dark  tide ; 
He  curs'd  his  beggar'd  babes  and  wife  ; 
He  curs'd  his  God — and  died  I 


WOES    r.t    ;Ni£MrERANCK. 
C.     M. 

THE  DYING  DRUNKARD. 

\  ^TRETCH'D  on  a  heap  of  straw—his  bcd- 
K^  The  dyin^  drunkard  lies  ; 
His  joyless  wife  supports  his  head, 
And  to  console  him,  tries  : 

S  His  weeping  children's  love  would  ease 
His  spirit,  but  in  vain  ; 
Their  ill-paid  love  destroys  his  peace 
He'll  never  smile  again. 

3  His  boon  companions — where  are  they  ?— 

They  shar'd  his  heart  and  bowl, 
Yet  come  not  nigh  to  charm  away, 
The  horrors  from  his  soul. 

4  What  have  such  friends  to  do  with  those 

Who  press  the  couch  of  pain? 
Ah  !  he  is  racked  with  mortal  throes — 
He'll  never  rise  again  ! 

5  And  where  is  mercy  in  that  hour 

Of  dread,  and  pain,  and  guilt ! 
Though  Jesus  blood,  of  matchless  power. 
For  man's  sear'd  soul  was  spilt ; 

6  If  Justice  spurn  the  fear-urg'd  prayer, 

That  stream  has  flow'd  in  vain  ; 
And,  lock'd  in  thy  embrace,  despair  ! 
He'll  never  hope  again. 

C.  M. 

1  'HrjrELP  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man, 
JIJL  In  all  his  sin  and  wo  ; 
And  let  our  bright  example  teach 
The  way  he  ought  to  go. 


WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE.  I 

2  Let  not  our  conduct  harden  him ; 
But  fill  our  souls  with  care, 
To  snatch  him  from  the  pit  of  death, 
And  break  the  fatal  snare. 

3.  Inflam'd  with  love  and  holy  zeal, 
Ne'er  would  we  cease  to  pray, 
And  watch  and  strive  that  he  may  reach, 
The  realms  of  endless  day. 

J.  BunuL 

6s.  &  8s. 

JLJL  Must  thy  pure  eyes  behold 
This  fair  world  blasted  by  the  wrong 

Man  does  to  man  for  gold ! 
How  long  shall  reason  be  cast  down, 
And  a  fierce  demon  wear  her  crown  ! 

2  The  prisoner's  cell,  that  all 

Life's  blessed  light  bedims. 
The  lash  that  cuts,  the  links  that  gall 

The  poor  slave's  festering  limbs — 
What  is  this  thraldom,  to  the  chain 
That  binds  and  burns  the  drunkard's  brain  5 

3  If,  then,  thy  frown  is  felt, 

O  God,  by  those  who  bind 
The  body — what  must  be  the  guilt 

Of  such  as  chain  the  mind — 
Drag  to  the  pit, — and  plunge  it  in  ! — 
O,  have  not  these  "  the  greitest  sin  ?" 

4  The  mother  of  our  uace. 

Whose  sm  brought  death  and  wo, 
Yet,  in  her  weakness,  found  thy  grace  : — 

The  Tempter's  curse  we  know. 
Doth  he  who  drinks  wrong  most  the  soul  ? 
Or,  he  who  tempts  him  to  the  bowl  ?  v 


iO  ^  WOES    OP    INTEMPERANCE. 

5      Help  US,  O  God,  to  weigh 

Oar  deeds  as  in  thy  scales, 
Nor  let  gold  dust  the  balance  sway ; 

For  good  o'er  gold  prevails 
At  that  dread  bar,  where  all  must  look 
Upon  the  record,  in  Thy  Boo]^. 

Pierponl. 

L.  M. 

"  Ol^y  T^HIS  ONCE." 

J  "  M^"^^I^Y  this  once ;" — ^the  wine-cup  glQwed 
^U^  All  sparkling  with  its  ruby  ray  ; 
The  bacchanalian  wfelcof 
And  folly  rnade  t|ie 


Then  he,  so  long,  so  ulipiy  war 
The  sway  of  conscience  rashlvJBJ|^^ed ; 
His  promise  of  repentance  scor'ftef^ 
And,  coward-like,  to  vice  returned, 

"  Only  this  once;" — the  tale  is  told ; 
He  wildly  quaffed  the  poisonous  tide ; 
Wilh  more  than  Esau's  madness,  sold 
The  birthright  of  his  soul,  and  died. 

I  do  not  say  that  breath  forsook 
The  clay,  and  left  its  pulses  dead ; 
But  reason  in  her  empire  shook. 
And  all  the  life  of  life  was  fled. 

Again  hie  eyes  the  landscape  viewed ; 
His  limbs  again  their  burden  bore  ; 
And  years  their  wonted  course  renewed  ; 
But  hope  and  peace  returned  no  more. 

U  H. 


WOES    OP    INTEMPERANCE.  11 

8s.  &  7s. 

THE  MISCHIEFS  OF  DRINKING. 

w  1  'W/HTHEN  we  think  of  chill  starvation, 
^^     V  w      When  we  think  of  sighs  and  tears, 
•  When  we  think  of  pale  privation, 
When  we  think  of  doubts  and  fears  ; 

2  When  we  think  of  raging  madness, 

When  we  think  of  reckless  beings, 

When  we  think  of  death-like  sadness, — 

Nature's  most  distressing  scene's  ; 

3  When  we  think  of  horrid  murder, 

Female  virtue  lost  in  crime  ; 
When  we  think  of  blijg^  self-slaughter, 
Let  us  ever  bear  in  mind, 

4  That  the  cursed  love  of  drinking 

Hath  produced  the  greater  part ; 
And  that  thousands  now  are  sinking, 
Pierc'd  by  dissipation's  dart. 


J-  Hird 


C.    M. 

1  ^"^  O  self-polluted  loathsome  wretch, 
^J!W  The  scourge  of  human  kind, 
Go  waste  thy  substance  and  thy  state, 

And  brutalize  thy  mind. 

2  Go  haunt  the  taverns  night  and  day, 

The  time  thus  spent  in  vain. 
Will  bring  disease  and  wo  and  death, 
And  barter  peace  for  pain. 

3  Go  like  a  demon  to  thy  house, 

Destroy  each  comfort  there ; 
And  from  thy  sorrowing  family 
Wring  out  the  bitter  tear. 


12  WOE9    J?   INTBMPARANCa. 

4  Enough,  enough,  if  aught  remains 
Of  virtue  in  thy  soul ; 
Forsake  thy  foolish  maddening  life, 
And  scorn  the  treacherous  bowl. 

8s. 

DRUNKARD'S  ADDRESS  TO  WINE. 

1  fJlHOU  liquid  fire !  like  that  which  glowed, 
JL    For  Paul  upon  Melita's  shore, 
Thou'st  been  upon  my  guests  bestowed  : 

But  thou  shalt  warm  my  house  no  more : 
For  wheresoe'er  thy  radiance  falls, 
Forth,  from  thy  heat,  a  viper  crawls  ! 

3  What,  though  if  gold  the  goblet  be, 

Embossed  with  branches  of  the  vine. 

Beneath  whose  burnished  leaves  we  see 
Such  clusters  as  poured  out  the  wine  ? 

Among  those  leaves  an  adder  hangs  ! 

I  fear  him — for  I've  felt  his  fangs. 

3  The  Hebrew,  who  the  desert  trod. 

And  felt  the  fiery  serpent's  bite, 
Looked  up  to  that  ordained  of  God, 

And  found  that  life  was  in  the  sight. 
So,  the  woRM-bitten's  fiery  veins 
Cool,  when  he  drinks  what  God  ordains. 

4  Ye  gracious  clouds !  ye  deep  cold  wells  ! 

Ye  gems,  from  mossy  rocks  that  drip ! 
Springs,  that  from  earth's  mysterious  celi« 

Gush  o'er  your  granite  basin's  lip ! 
To  you  I  look ; — ^your  largess  give, 
And  I  will  drink  of  you,  and  live. 


WOES   OF   INTEMPERANCK.  IS 


^fE  DRUNKARD'S  LAMENT. 

1  9  i'^^ID  sorrows  and  sadness  I'm  destined  to  roam, 

IfJI.  Forlorn  and  forsaken,  deprived  of  my  homej 
Intem'prance  hath  robb'd  me  of  all  that  was  dear, 
Of  my  home  in  the  skies,  and  my  happiness  here, 

Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

2  I  vainly  presumed  when  I  first  took  the  cup, 
I  could  drink  if  I  chose,  or  I  could  give  it  up  ; 
But  I  tampered  too  long,  too  long  tempted  heaven, 
'Till  an  outcast  from  God  and  his  presence  I'm  driven. 

Home  !  home !  sweet,  sweet  home, 

On  earth  or  in  heaven,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home* 

3  My  heart  broken  wife  in  her  grave  hath  found  rest, 
And  my  children  have  gone  to  the  land  of  the  blest ; 
While  I  a  poor  wretch,  a  vile  wanderer  like  Cain, 
With  the  "  mark"  of  the  beast  on  the  earth  still  re- 
main. 

Home !  home !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

How  happy  was  I  with  my  loved  ones  at  home. 

4  Farewell  to  the  social  endearments  of  home. 
Justly  loathed  by  my  fellows  I  wander  alone. 

For  presumptuously  sinning  and  tempting  the  Lord, 
Of  the  fruit  of  my  ways,  I  must  reap  the  reward. 

Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

G.  Bussel. 


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WOKS    OF    n  »-ERANCE 

C.  M. 
THE  FUNERAL.       |fe| 

1  "M^OURNFUL  and  sad  upon  my  ear 
iTM.     The  death-bell  echoes  stole ; 
And  pamful  memories  Opened  all 

The  feelings  of  my  soul. 

2  The  linell— the  knell— it  told  of  w.i 

That  words  cannot  reveal— 

Of  desolate  and  broken  hearts, 

Where  grief  had  set  his  seal. 

3  A  gain  it  pealed — and  on  the  air 

It  swelled  and  died  along ; 
And  to  the  dwelling  of  the  dead 
There  came  a  weeping  throng. 

4  In  tattered  weeds,  with  trembling  steps, 

The  widow  led  the  train  : 
And  her  poor  orphans  followed  on-^ 
Sad  sharers  of  her  pain. 

5  Ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust, 

Clay  to  its  kindred  clay — 
They  left  the  dead — and  wailed  and  wepl 
And  slowly  moved  away. 

6  But  ah  !  there  hung  a  heavy  cloud 

Upon  that  husband's  name  ; 
And  deep  disgrace  had  settled  down 
Upon  that  father's  fame. 

7  There  was  a  keenness  in  their  griefj 

A  death-shade  in  their  gloom — 
As,  desolate  and  fatherless, 
They  left  the  drunkard's  tomb. 


WOES    OF    INTEMPERANGK-  t*^ 

7s.  &  6s. 

1  ^5 TOP  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
^5  Before  you  further  go ; 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop, 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take, 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye  i 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

3  Tho'  your  heart  v.' ere  made  of  steel. 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  lengtjli  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 


C.  M. 
A  CALL  TO  REFORMATION. 

1  ^ET'E  captives  once  to  sin  and  shame, 

jL     By  dire  intemperance  led, 
Wh»se  thirst  was  like  tlie  fiery  flame. 
With  burning  spirits  fed  ; 

2  The  noble  forms  your  Maki  r  gave 

Were  tottering  to  the  du^^t, 
Without  a  hope  that  Christ  would  save^ 
On  Him  ye  could  not  trust ; 


NewfoB. 


16  WOES   OF    INTEMPERANCE. 

3  Upon  the  verge  of  endless  night, 

Ye  grop'd  your  darksome  way, 
Without  a  beam  of  mercy's  light,  ^^ 
With  hearts  that  dar'd  not  pray^[^ 

4  Arise,  and  with  all  creatures  join^ 

God's  glory  to  advance ; 
For  sun  and  moon,  the  earth  and  star* 
Are  teaching  temperance. 

8s.  &  7s. 

1  ^^ON  of  sorrow  !  son  of  sorrow, 
^5  Whither  bendest  thou  thy  way, 
Wlint  hath  hope  for  thee  to-morrow? 

What  enjoyment  has  to-day  ? 

2  False  excitement,  maddening  ever, 

Fills  thy  fever-hcated  brain  ; 
Thir.  will  save  from  sorrow  never, 
Lciiving  death,  remorse,  and  pain. 

3  Son  of  sorrow  !  son  of  sorrow  ! 

Come  with  me,  O,  come  to-day  ; 
Wait  not — wait  not  till  to-morrow, 
Leave,  O  leave  delusion's  way. 

4  Where  are  now  the  babes  thou  loved, 

Where  the  wife  thou  held  so  dear  ; 
What  has  thine  affection  proved  ? 
Son  of  madness,  shed  a  tear  I 

5  I  would  conceal  the  gloomy  picture. 

Thou  thyself  must  draw  a  sigh  ; 
Son  of  madness,  change,  O  change  theei 
Ere  thy  wife  and  children  die  I 

G  Change  thee  ere  thy  doom  is  fixed, 
Bringing  evci  lasting  gloom  ! 
Flee,  O  flee  the  drunkard's  madness, 
Flee  from  madness  and  the  tomb. 


WO£:S    OF    INTEMrEliANCE>  i  / 

C.  M. 
DRINKERS  AND  SCOFFERS. 

1  A  LL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
xm.     And  say  there  is  no  hell, 

The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath, 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  thunders  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find, 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind. 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  scorned  before. 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 

With  flames  upon  your  tongue. 
When  you  exchanged  your  souls  away, 
For  vanity  and  songs, 

Wat4s. 


Ify 


L.  M. 

HROUGH  all  th^  various  passing  scenes 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God  !  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  When  lowest  sunk  with  grief  and  shame, 

Fill'd  with  afflictions  bitter  cup, 
Lost  to  relations,  friends  and  fame. 
Thy  powerful  hand  can  raise  us  up. 

3  Thy  powerful  consolations  cheer. 

Thy  smiles  suppress  the  deep  fetch'd  sigh, 
Thy  hand  can  dry  the  trickling  tear. 
That  secret  wets  the  widow's  eye. 


18  HOPE    OF    REFORM. 

4  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  heaven, 
On  thy  eternal  will  depend  ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given. 
And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

L.  M. 

1  rnHHERE  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time, 

Ji_    When  earth  was  fair  and  heav'n  was  bright. 
To  eyes  that  now  are  dimmed  with  tears, 
In  prospect  of  eternal  night. 

2  There  was  a  time,  there  was*  ^  .^^.le. 
When  all  was  joy  within  that  breast, 
Where  memory  now,  with  scorpion  whip, 
Scourges  the  conscience  from  its  rest. 

3  There  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time. 
When  nobleyt  feelings  swelled  the  soul, 
Until  the  tempter  overcame 

And  drowned  those  feelings  in  the  bowl. 

4  There  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time, 
When  life's  young  spring  was  gay  and  fair, 
And  promised  much  ;  but  winter  came, 
The  dreary  winter  of  despair  ! 

5  And  must  it  be  for  ever  so  ? 

Is  man's  the  melancholy  doom. 
That  in  his  breast  no  flowers  revive  ; 
No  second  spring  can  ever  bloom  ? 

6  No — ^there  are  balmy  gales  whose  wings 
Shed  quickening  odours  from  above. 
While  settle  on  the  withered  heart 
The  freshening  dews  of  heavenly  love. 

7  They  will  restore  the  drooping  plant 
Of  virtue,  which  shall  never  die, 
But  flourish  in  a  brighter  green,        * 
Until  transplanted  to  the  sky. 


HOPS    OF  REFORM.  10 

7s. 
THE  WORD  OF  HOPE. 

1  fjaiHERE'S  a  blessing  on  the  wing, 

JB.     Sons  of  want  and  misery,  sing , 
This  the  simple  solemn  strain, 
This  the  word  of  hope,   "Abstain:" 
Touch  nor  taste  ;  for  dark  despair 
Fills  tlie  cup  of  poison  there  : 
With  a  heaven  uplifted  eye, 
From  the  fell  destroyer  fly  ! 
Tens  of  thousands  he  has  slain, 
Tens  of  thousands  court  his  chain  ; 
Never  more  his  portion  take. 
For  your  souls'  and  mercy's  sake. 

2  ilear  your  wives,  your  children  plead, 
Hear  the  gospel  intercede  I 
Helpless  drunkards,  hither  fly  ! 

"  Touch  not,  taste  not,"  or  you  die  ! 
Die !  alas  !  there  is  a  doom, 
Darker  than  the  darkest  tomb, 
Blacker  than  the  blackest  night, 
Rayless  sorrow,  endless  blight ; 
There  the  dying  drunkard  goes, 
Draining  draughts  of  bitterest  woes, 
List,  then,  to  the  simple  strain. 
Hear  the  word  of  hope — Abstaim  ! 

8s.  &  7s. 
PRAYER  OF  THE  REFORMED, 

1  ^^  thou  source  of  ills  unnumbered, 
\-W  Long  by  thee  I've  been  enslaved, 
Much  too  long  has  reason  slumbered. 
But  adieu,  at  last  I'm  saved. 


Amecsek^. 


^Q  HOPE    OF    REFORM. 

2  Long  bereft  of  every  blessing, 

I  have  sought  for  rest  in  vain  { 
Misery's  iron  hand  oppressing, 
Held  its  unrelenting  chain. 

3  Once  rpy  injur'd  wife  beset  me, 

By  unmeasur'd  wo  unblest; 
Ragged  children  ever  met  me ; 
Dreams  of  horrors  broke  my  rest. 

4  I  was  sick,  but  now  I'm  healthy  ; 

I  have  just  escap'd  the  tomb ; 

I  was  poor,  but  now  I'm  wealthy ; 

Plei:^ty  smiles  upon  my  home. 

5  Star  of  temp'rance,  brightly  shining. 

Shed  thy  radiant  beams  around ; 
Every  joyous  heart  combining. 
Loudly  let  its  praise  resound. 

L.  M. 
,     DRUNKARD'S  HOPE. 

1  "  fBlHOUGH  sore  beset  with  guilt  and  fear, 

JB.    I  cannot,  dare  not  quit  despair. 
If  I  must  perish,  would  the  Lord 
Have  taught  my  heart  to  love  his  word  ? 
Would  he  have  giv'n  me  eyes  to  see 
My  danger  and  my  remedy  ? 
Reveal'd  his  name,  and  bid  me  pray. 
Had  he  resolved  to  say  me  nay  ? 

2  No  :  though  cast  down,  I  am  not  slain  ; 
I'm  fallen,  but  shall  rise  again. 

The  present,  Satan,  is  thy  hour. 

But  Jesus  shall  control  thy  power. 

His  love  will  plead  for  ray  relief ; 

He  hears  my  groans,  he  sees  my  grief; 

Nor  will  he  suffer  thee  to  boast 

A  soul  that  sought  his  help  was  lost. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  2i 

I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet; 

I  see  him  on  liis  mercy-setit : 

('Tis  sprinkled  with  atoning  blood :) 

There  sinners  finS  access  to  God. 

Ye  burdened  souls  approach  with  me, 

And  make  the  Saviour's  name  your  plea ; 

Jesus  will  pardon  all  who  come. 

And  strike  our  fierce  accuser  dumb." 


FAUT  IV, 

"^^^ 

OBJECT    AND    END   OF    THE    TEMPER- 
ANCE   REFORI^IATION. 


L.  M. 

1  "M""S"AIL  temp'rance,  fair  celestial  ray! 
M.M.  Bright  herald  of  a  new-born  day  ! 
Long  did  we  need  thy  cheering  light 
To  chase  away  our  darksome  night. 

2  Deep  and  appalling  was  the  gloom, 
'Twas  like  the  darkness  of  the  tomb. 
When  first  our  much  delighted  eyes 
Beheld  Ihy  beauteous  beams  arise. 

3  'Twas  God  in  mercy  bade  thee  shine  ; 
We  hail  thee  as  a  boon  divine. 

And  now  in  grateful  strains  would  raise 
Our  voices  in  his  matchless  praise. 

4  Eternal  Lord !  we  own  thy  grace, 
In  all  that  aids  our  guilty  race. 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 


22  TEMPERANCE   REFORM. 

S.     M. 

1  rHpiHE  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 

jSL     That  all  may  Hftar  the  sound  ;^- 
And  shun  the  drunkard's  wretched  way, 
For  paths  where  bliss  is  found. 

2  The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
And  bid  the  young  come  near  ; 

Youth  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
With  zeal  and  humble  fear. 

3  The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
That  all  with  hoary  hairs, 

The  cup  pf  death  may  now  renounce. 
And  'scape  its  countless  snares. 
.  4       The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
That  all  may  hear  and  flee 
The  drunkard's  path  of  wo  and  shame. 
And  eii^ess  misery. 

J  Burns. 

S.  M.         • 

1  W  HEARD  a  voice  fiipm.heav'n 
JB.  Address  thethougnftless  tlirong, 

Who  hasten  downward  to  the  tomb 
With  revelry  and  song. 

2  It  warn'd  them  not  to  quench 
The  holy  light  within, 

And  madly  dare  the  fearful  doom 
Of  unrepented  sjn. 
p       It  warn'd  them  of  the  shame 

That  haunts  the  drunkard's  grave. 
And  of  that  leprosy  of  soul 
From  which  no  skill  can  save. 

4  I  looked  and  thousands  fled 
The  tempter's  fatal  snare ; 

Put  some  were  number'd  with  the  deady 
Who  shall  their  doom  declare  ? 


TEMPERANCE   REFORB5.  23 

8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

'^  ^ONS  and  daug-hters  of  the  pilgrims, 
^1  Who  of  noblejjirth  are  proud, 
Lo  !  the  glorious  cause  of  temp'rance 

For  exertion  calls  aloud ; 
While  the  monster  still  within  the  land  is  founds 

See  !  the  loathsome  drunkard  reeling  ! 

Hark  !  the  cries  of  weeping  friends  ! 
Hear  the  mother,  children,  pleading, 

Heaven  relief  would  quickly  send. 

O  thou  great  and  mighty  Saviour, 

Speed  Thee  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  powerful  arch  DECfiivER, 

Shall  no  more  his  wrath  display ; 
Then  our  cause  shall  gain  a  universal  sway." 

L.  M. 

1  "M"    O  !  Zion  droops — in  vain — in  vain, 
w  ^  Her  temple  gates  are  open'd  wide ; 

Intemp'rance  blights  her  fair  domain, 
And  luj^s  its^thousands  from  her  sidei 

2  In  vain  jtier  watchmen  cry  aloud. 
And  ui'ge  their  plea  with  many  tears  ; 
They  cannot  pierce  the  drUnken  crowd, 
Who  shun  God's  house  and  close  their  ears. 

3  Lovers  of  Zion  !  foes  of  hell. 

Ye  who  for  Christ  count  all  things  loss ; 
Strengthen  our  hands,  we  seek  to  swell 
The  bloodless  triumphs  of  the  cross. 

4  Rouse  from  your  slumber,  catch  our  zeal, 
Our  weapon  is  the  written  word  ; 

Our  only  guerdon  Zion's  weal, 
Our  aim,  the  glory  of  the  Lord  ! 

And«^to«. 


%4  tBSlFERANCE   EEPOKJI. 

7s. 

1  "W    ONG  and  gloomy, was  the  nighlj 
JLJ  Hanging  on  our  mental  sight, 
While  intemp'rance,  dark  and  drear, 
Fili'd  with  storms  our  atmosphere. 

2  But  hehold,  a  star  arise, 
Brilliant  in  these  northern  skies. 
Coming  like  redeeming  power. 
In  the  last  despairing  hour. 

3  Ye  who  would  your  children  save 
From  a  drunkard's  awful  grave, 
From  the  gloom  of  endless  night, 
Point  them  to  its  cheering  light. 

4  Onward  speed  thy  radiant  way, 
Harbinger  of  dawning  day, 
Nations  hail  thee  from  afar. 
Hail  the  blessed  terap'rance  star. 

L.  M. 
UPAS  TREE. 

1  fMlHERE  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name, 

JL    Its  poisonous  breath,  its  baleful  dew 
Scorch'd  the  green  earth  like  lava-flame, 
And  every  plant  of  promise  slew. 

2  From  clime  to  clime,  its  branches  spread 
Their  fearful  fruits  of  sin  and  wo, — 
The  prince  of  darkness  lov'd  its  shade, 
And  toil'd  its  fiery  seeds  to  sow. 

S  Faith  pour'd  her  prayer  at  midnight  hour, 
The  hand  of  zeal  at  noon-day  wrought, 
And  armor  of  celestial  power. 
The  soldiers  of  the  cross  besought. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  23 

4  A  living  sword  its  pride  doth  wound, 
Through  its  cleft  boughs  the  sunbeams  shine, 
Its  blasted  blossoms  strew  the  ground, — 
Give  glory  to  an  arm  divine ! 

5  And  still  Jehovah's  aid  implore, 
Till  from  each  island  of  the  sea, 
And  from  far  earth's  remotest  shore 
He  root  that  deadly  Upas-tree. 


L.  H.  S 


8s.  7s.  &  4s. 


1  U3  OUND  the  temp'rance  standard  rally, 
Jt%/  All  the  friends  of  human  kind  ; 
Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly. 

Wretched,  perishing  and  blind, 

Loudly  tell  them 
How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 

2  Bear  the  blissful  tidings  onwards, 

Bear  them  all  the  world  around  ; 
Let  the  myriads  thronging  downwards, 

Hear  the  sweet  and  blissful  sound. 
And  obeying 
In  the  paths  of  peace  be  found. 

3  Plant  the  temp'rance  standard  firmly, 

Round  it  live,  and  round  it  die  ; 
Young  and  old,  defend  it  sternly. 

Till  we  gain  the  victory. 

And  all  nations 
Hail  the  happy  Jubilee. 

4  Now  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever. 

Fountain  of  all  light  and  love ; 
Let  the  glory  now  and  ever. 

Be  ascribed  to  Him  above. 

Whose  compassion 
Did  the  friends  of  temp'rance  move. 


3 


J.  Buniit. 


2G  TEMPERANClfi    REFORM. 

6s.  &  8s. 

1  "pLEDG'D  in  a  noble  cause, 
S.  We  here  each  other  greet :. 
And  bound  by  temp'rance  laws. 

As  friends  and  brothers  meet, 
To  make  a  full  determin'd  stand 
Against  the  foe  that  rules  our  land, 

2  'Tis  true,  the  work  is  great ; 

Our  army  is  but  small ; 
The  foe  is  potentate  ; 

But,  if  united  all 
In  closararray,  our  little  band    - 
Shall  chase  intemp'rance  from  the  land= 

3  Then  onward  let  us  move. 

Our  cause  is  good  and  great ; 
We'll  put  to  flight  the  foe, 

And  renovate  the  state  ; 
N|r  for  a  moment  quarter  give ; 
Resolv'd  for  this  to  work  and  livec 

lis. 

1  "W^AUGHTER  of  nations !  awake  from  thy  slum, 
M^        hers, 

Awake  !  for  thy  foe  is  oppressing  thee  sore  ; 
Down  the  dark  stream  of  intemp'rance  what  num- 
bers, 

Are  urging  thciir  way  to  eternity's  shore  ! 
Daughter  of  nations,  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 

Awake,  e'er  thou  fall  to  recover  no  more. 

2  Now  we  can  sing  with  thanksgivings  to  heaven, 

Daughter  of  nations  the  morning  hath  gleamed. 
The  day-star  of  temp'rance  ascendeth  the  skies ; 

Awake  to  the  light  that  from  heaven  hath  beamed, 
No  more  let  the  darkness  o'ershadow  thine  eyes. 

Daughter  of  nations  the  morning  iiath  gleamed. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORaf. 


1  -^m^ATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

WW      What  its  signs  of  promise  are? 
Cloth'd  in  panoply  of  light, 
See,  that  glorious  temp'rance  star  . 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretel ; 
Trav'ller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day 
Which  shall  burst  the  drunkard's  spell. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Trav'ller  I  hail  its  blessed  light, 
Peq.ce  and  truth  its  course  portends  ;, 

4  Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Oild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ! 
Trav'ller !  no  ;  all  time  its  own, 
And  its  heritage  the  earth. 

8s. 

1  "gftLOW  the  temp'rance  trumpet,  blow, 
JL^  Till  it  echoes  through  the  world. 
Let  the  temp'rance  banner  too, 

O'er  the  nations  be  unfurl'd. 
Till  all  people  taste  and  see 
Blessings  of  sobriety. 

2  Then  the  church  will  rise,  and  shine 

With  unclouded  radiancy ; 
Then  the  light  of  life  divine 

In  the  midst  of  her  will  be, 
Converts  haste  with  willing  feet, 
4t  the  throne  of  jrrace  to  meet. 


28  TEMPBRANCE   REFORM. 

3  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  day ; 

Reign  supreme,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bow  the  nations  to  thy  sway. 

Fill  the  earth  with  righteousness. 
Come,  Immanuel,  come  and  reign  ; 
Ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

T.  B..  den. 

8s. 
THE  PLEDGE. 

1  rg^HE  Pledge!  The  Pledge  I  The  mighty  rock, 

Ji.    Whereon  the  temp'rance  fabric's  set, 
Which  has  defied  the  rudest  shock 
That  prejudice  and  hate,  as  yet. 
With  earth  and  hell  combined,  could  bring 
Against  the  cause  we're  furthering  I 

2  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge !  The  glorious  ark  \ 

Which  sheltered  anxious  multitudes. 
When  dissipation,  fierce  and  dark, 

Pour'd  on  the  world  its  angry  floods, 
Destroying  all  things  bright  and  fair. 
And  whelming  man  in  black  despair. 

3  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge  !  The  only  k<j\)e 

Of  the  reform'd  inebriate  I 
Without  it  can  he  ever  cope 

With  habit's  strength  and  appetite  ? 
Ho !  Bacchus'  blinded  devotee. 
Come  to  the  pledge — once  more  be  free  I 

4  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge  !  The  glorious  Pleidge ! 
Oh  !  let  it  ne'er  forsaken  be ; 
Proclaim  it  loudly  to  the  world. 

And  chant  its  praises  gladsomely ! 
Firm  to  the  pledge  let's  stand,  till  we, 
Through  heaven's  aid,  the  victors  be  I 

Pisrpont 


-PEMPERANCE    REFORM.  29 

C.  M. 

1  FWIIIE  blessings  of  the  bounteous  God 

M.    Arc  strewed  o'er  heaven  and  earth  ; 
The  dawning  morn,  the  dewy  sod, 
Declare  their  daily  birth. 

2  Fountains  of  purity  and  peace 

From  every  hill  descend  ; 
God  gives  us  springs  that  never  cease, 
And  joys  that  never  end. 

3  Tread  the  sweet  margin  of  yon  stream, 

Its  flowing  crystal  see — 
Bland  are  its  waters  as  they  seem, 
And  charged  with  health  for  thee, 

C.  M. 

'TIS  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
Our  men  devoutly  say, 
Come  let  us  all  to  temperance  haste. 
Not  one  must  stay  away. 

2  There  /nany  weeping  wives  shall  see 

Returning  hours  of  peace  ; 
And  many  husbands  there  shall  find 
Corroding  sorrows  cease. 

3  We'll  banish  far  the  mad'ning  drink, 

And  temperance  extend ; 
While  gospel  truths  shall  thro'  the  land 
Their  endless  blessings  send. 

4  O  pray  we  all  our  country's  peace, 

May  temperance  wield  its  sway, 
While  high  the  gospel  banners  float, 
And  all  its  God  obey. 
4* 


30  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 


7s. 

1  ^^'ER  Arabia's  dreary  sands, 
%^  Israel  pass'd  to  distant  lands ; 
God  their  guide  throughout  the  way, 
Faith  in  him  their  only  stay. 

2  Mercies,  day  by  day  renew'd, 
Rais'd  the  hymn  of  gratitude; 
While  like  pearly  dew-drops  spread 
Lay  around  their  daily  bread. 

3  Crystal  streams,  from  Horeb's  side, 
Each  returning  want  supplied. 
Ever  flowing  to  impart 
Feelings  of  a  gratel^>v?>art. 

4  Thus  through  deserts  w:B  and  drear, 
Manna,  and  the  streams  so  clear, 
Form  their  only  meat  and  drink, 

At  whose  frown  ev'n  nations. shrink. 

5  Christians  I  learn  a  lesson  here, — 
Israel's  God,  for  ever  near. 

Does  both  health  and  strength  bestow, 
Where  no  mad'ning  liquors  flow. 

L.  M. 
MORNING. 

1  ^OURCE  of  being.  Holy  Father, 
K5  With  the  day's  returning  light. 
Round  our  board  with  thanks  we  gather, 

For  the  mercies  of  the  night. 

2  Mercies  that  the  stars  outnumber, 

Which  their  silent  courses  keep, — 
Angels  guard  that  never  slumber, 
While  we  lie  and  never  sleep. 


\ 


Pierpont 


•TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

3  Pillows,  wet  with  tears  of  anguish, 

Couches  pressed  in  sleepless  wo, 
Where  the  sons  of  Belial  languish, 
Father  may  we  never  know  I 

4  For,  the  maddening  cup  shall  never 

To  our  thirsting  lip  be  pressed. 
But,  our  draught  shall  be,  for  ever. 
The  cold  water  thou  hast  blessed. 

5  This  shall  give  us  strength  to  labor. 

This,  make  all  our  stores  increase. 
This,  with  thoe  afi'il  with  our  neighbor. 
Bind  us  in|^  l)onds  of  peace. 

6  For  the  lake,  ^;  vvfell,  the  river. 

Water-brook  and  crystal  spring. 
Do  ?t-B  riow,  to  thee,  the  giver. 
Thanks,  our  daily  tribute,  bring. 

L.  M. 
EVENING. 

1  rjlHIS  day,  0  God,  thy  blessed  hand, 

_BL    Hath  thrown  wide  open  all  thy  stores, 
And  fiU'd  with  bounty  ev'ry  land. 
The  sea,  and  all  its  sounding  shores. 

2  Beast,  bird,  fish,  insect  hast  thou  fed. 

With  fish  or  flesh,  with  grass  or  grain  ; 
For  man,  a  table  hast  thou  spread. 

From  field,  flood,  air,  or  roaring  main. 

3  But,  for  all  things  o'er  earth  that  move, 

In  air  or  ocean,  soar  or  sink, 
One  thing  hath  thine  unbounded  love, 
And  only  one,  prepared  for  drink. 

4  'Tis  water  !  In  the  living  spring, 

It  gusheth  up  to  meet  our  lip  ; 
In  brooks  we  hear  it  murmuring, 
From  mossy  rocks  we  see  it  drip. 


31 


32  TCEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

5  It  fiUeth  health  and  beauty's  cup, 

And  wrath  and  sorrow  doth  it  drown, 
As  from  our  wells  it  cometh  up, 
As  from  thy  clouds  it  cometh  down. 

C  For  the  cool  water  we  have  quaffed, 

Source  of  all  good  !  we  owe  thee  much  ; 
Our  lips  have  touched  no  burning  draught 
This  day,  nor  shall  they  ever  touch. 

7  Wlxen  we  retire  to  our  repose. 

And  night's  dark  curtains  round  us  draw, 
O  guard  us,  as  thou  guardest  those 
Who  trust  thy  care,  and  keep  thy  law ! 

Picrpont 

8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

ISE  and  shine  through  every  nation, 
O  thou  temp'rance  star  divine  I 
Bless,  O  bless  the  whole  creation ; 
Enter  every  heart  and  mind. 

Rouse  the  drunkards  ! 
Teach  them  to  be  wise  in  time. 

2  Guided  by  the  great  Jehovah, 
Strengthen'd  by  his  mighty  hand, 

Even  drunkards  are  made  sober  ; 
See  them  travel  through  the  land. 

They  shall  prosper — 
Joined  in  one  te-total  band. 

3  Who  will  come  and  join  our  standard  ? 
Help  to  pull  the  strong-holds  down  ? 

Temperance  men,  unite — come  forward. 
Then  the  victory  is  your  own  ; 

Endless  glory 
Will  your  useful  labors  crown. 


TEI|IP£RANC£    REFORM-  33 

8s.  7s*  «&;  9s. 

1  ^^NWARD  !  onward .'  band  victorious, 
1^  Rear  the  ternp'rance  banner  high  ! 
Thus  far  hath  your  course  been  glorious ; 

Now  your  day  of  triumph's  nigh. 
Vice  and  error  flee  before  you 

As  the  darkness  flies  the  sun  ; 
Onward,  vict'ry  hovers  o'er  you, 

Soon  the  battle  will  be  won  ! 

2  Onward  !  onward !  songs  and  praises 

Ring  to  heaven's  topmost  arch, 
Whensoe'er  your  standard  raises, 

And  your  conquering  legions  march. 
Gird  the  ternp'rance  armor  on  you, 

Look  for  guidance  from  above  ; 
God  and  angels  smile  upon  you. 

Hasten  then  your  work  of  love  I 

3  Lo,  Avhat  multitudes  despairing  ! 

Widows,  orphans,  heirs  of  wo, 
And  the  slaves  their  fetters  wearing, 

Reeling  madly  to  and  fro  ; 
Mercy,  justice,  both  entreat  you 

To  destroy  their  bitter  foe ; 
Christians,  patriots,  good  men  greet  yoq, 

To  the  conflict  bravely  go  I 

4  To  the  vender  and  distiller 

Thunder  truth  with  startling  tone  ! 
Swell  the  accents  louder,  shriller, 

Make  their  guilt  enormous  known- 
Onward  !  onward !  never  falter, 

Cease  not  till  the  earth  is  free  ; 
Swear  on  temp'ranco'  lioly  altar, 

Death  is  vours,  or  Victoky  I 


34  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

8s.  7s.  &  4s. 


•€ 


0ME,  ye  messengers  of  mercy, 
J  Ye  who  gospel  trumpets  sound, 
Aid  us  in  this  controversy, 
Satan's  kingdom  to  confound  ; 

Come  and  join  us  ; 
So  shall  righteousness  abound. 

2  Come,  ye  men  of  lower  classes, 

Ye  who  labor  hard  and  long ; 
Ye  who  think  your  single  glasses 
Make  you  happy,  hale  and  strong 

Come  and  join  us  ; 
Come,  and  prove  us  right  or  wrong. 

3  For  your  country's  reformation, 

For  your  children's  future  weal, 

For  your  own  sure  preservation —    • 

To  your  conscience  we  appeal. 

Come  and  join  u's  ; 
Touch  not,  taste  not,  drink  no  more. 

4s.  &  6s. 
FEMALE  AID  REQUIRED. 

THAT  the  Lord  would  hear 

Our  supplicating  cry ; 
In  our  behalf  appear, 

A  Saviour  ever  nigh  ; 
And  sweetly  prompt  each  female's  heart, 
To  take  with  us  an  active  part. 

2  Ye  Sarah's  now  arise. 

Ye  Miriams  all  come  forth ; 
While  Hannahs,  truly  wise. 

Now  prove  your  genuine  worth. 
No  power  like  yours — save  that  above, 
To  teach  sobriety  and  love. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM  35 

3  Marys  and  Marthas  join, 

As  vessels  of  his  grace. 
Counsel  with  love  combine, 

To  save  our  sinking  race; 
To  bid  them  of  strong  drinks  beware. 
That  they  may  shun  the  tempter's  snare, 

4  Come  forth  ye  lovely  train, 

Your  nobler  powers  display  ; 
Nor  shall  you  plead  in  vain  ; 

But  win  the  well-fought  day. 
Mothers  and  maidens  then  shall  sing, 
And  earth  with  hallelujahs  ring, 

5  Each  house  shall  then  become 

A  paradise  below  ; 
And  all  enjoy  a  home, 
Where  sweetest  pleasures  flow ; 
And  thousands  join  with  sweet  accord 
To  praise  the  Saviour,  Christ,  the  Lord. 

L.  M. 

1  "B""B"OW  bright  the  page  whose  every  thought, 
JLJl  Was  kindled  at  the  shrine  of  truth  : 
How  dark  the  works  with  poison  fraught, 

To  taint  the  fountain  of  our  youth. 

2  How  mounts  the  souls  with  rushing  wing, 

When  wakes  the  poet's  magic  strain  ; 
But  if  the  "sparkling  bowl,"  he  sing, 
Those  soaring  pinions  droop  again. 

3  How  music  cheers  the  weary  heart, 

To  troubles  wave,  it  whispers  peace  ; 
But  when  it  acts  the  syren's  part, 
In  vain  the  captive  seeks  release. 

4  How  potent  art,  with  wondrous  skill, 

Bids  forms  of  beauty  bless  our  eyes  ! 
But  ah  !  she  often  lures  to  ill. 
Till  baleful  passions,  all  arise 


36  tKmperanoe  recorm. 

5  How  fair  the  path  which  upward  leads, 
'Tis  virtue's  sweet  and  pleasant  way  ; 
Our  guide  each  humbJe  pilgrim  heeds, 
And  cheers  hirn  onward,  day  by  day. 


THE  FIRST  PLEDGE. 

1  '^MTHEN  God  poured  out  perfection  first, 

W  V      And  formed  each  creature  good. 
Pure  water  quenched  our  parents'  thirst, 

And  temp'rance  chose  their  food. 
Fair  Eden's  bowers  and  groves  so  green, 

Were  nursed  with  heavenly  care  ; 
And  naught  but  freshness- there  was  seen  ; 

No  Alcohol  was  there. 

2  From  every  sweet  and  thriving  field, 

Each  pure  and  healthful  rill ; 
Of  every  luxury  they  yield, 

Our  pai-ents  took  their  fill : 
Except  ONE  tree !  one  fatal  tree. 

Like  wine,  to  move  the  brain  ; 
From  which  they  pledged,  te-totally. 

For  ever  to  abstain. 

3  Oh,  had  their  righteous  pledge  beeh  kept, 

Intemp'rance  had  been  stayed  ; 
Nor  misery's  flood  this  world  have  swept,- 

Or  drunkard's  grave  been  made  ; 
But  tempted  by  the  sparkling  fruit. 

And  knowledge  most  divine. 
Like  thousands  since,  they  joined  the  bruTe, 

And  sold  the  world  to  Wine. 


PART  III. 


IPRAISES    AJVD    THANKSGIVINGS   FOE 
ENCOURAGEMENT  AND  RESULTS. 

7.  &  6s. 

TEMPERANCE  VICTORIOUS 

i      A     BEACON  has  been  lighted, 
xjL  Bright  as  the  noon-day  sun, 
On  worlds  of  mind  benighted, 
Its  rays  are  pouring  down. 
Full  many  a  shrine  of  error, 
And  many  a  deed  of  shame. 
Dismayed,  has  shrunk  in  terror 
Before  the  lighted  flame. 

Victorious  on,  victorious ! 

Proud  beacon  onward  haste, 

'Till  floods  Of  light  all  gloriotti, 

Illume  the  moral  waste. 

J2  Intemperance  has  founder'd, 
The  denlon  gasps  for  breath, 
His  rapid  march  is  downward 
To  everlasting  death. 
did  age  and  youth  united, 
His  works  have  prostrate  hurl'd  • 
And  soon  himself  affrighted, 
Shall  hurry  from  this  world. 
Victorious  on,  &c. 

3  Bold  Temperance  untiring, 
StriKes  at  the  monster's  heart, 
Beneath  her  blows  expiring, 
He  dreads  her  well-aimed  dart. 


38  PRAi6£,S   AND   THANKSGIVING^. 

Her  blows,  we'll  pray  "  God  speed"  theih, 

The  darkness  to  dispel ; 

And  how  we  fought  for  freedom, 

Let  future  ages  tell. 

Victorious  on,  &,c. 

L.  M. 

1  "■"    ET  temp'rance  and  her  sons  rejoice, 
jLA  And  be  their  praises  loud  and  long. 
Let  every  heart  and  every  voice 
Conspire  to  raise  a  joyful  song. 

3  And  let  the  anthem  rise  to  God, 
Whose  fav'ring  mercies  so  abound. 
And  let  his  praises  fly  abroad, 
The  spacious  universe  around. 

3  His  children's  prayer  he  deigns  to  grant, 
He  stays  the  progress  of  the  foe ; 
And  temp'rance,  like  a  cherish'd  plant, 
Beneath  his  fost'ring  care  shall  grow. 

C.  M. 

1  ^^N  this  glad  day,  O  God,  we  would, 
\^  Through  thy  beloved  Son, 
Acknowledge  Thee  for  all  the  good 

That  temperance  has  done. 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  thousands  sav'd 

From  soul-seducing  drink, 
Who  by  its  power  were  long  enslav'd, 
And  cast  on  ruin's  brink. 

3  O  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  dwell 

Where  vice  too  long  has  reign'd  ; 
For  where  thy  mercy  breaks  the  spell 
The  victory  is  gain'd. 


PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  39 

L.    M. 

1  "JTOSANNAS,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  sing, 
JLfi.  Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys  ; 
What  countlesss  thousands  tribute  bring, 

For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days  ! 

2  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed. 

Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound ; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found ! 

3  Spare,  Lord,  the  thoughtless,  guide  the  blind. 

Till  man  no  mqre  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live,  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

4  Still  give  us  grace.  Almighty  King  I 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand, 
'Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

7s.  &  6s. 

1  TDf  OW  long  shall  virtue  languish? 
MJL  How  long  shall  folly  reign  ? 
While  many  a  heart  with  anguish 

Is  weeping  o'er  the  slain  ? 
How  long  shall  dissipation 

Her  deadly  waters  pour,  a 

Throughout  this  favored  nation,  i 

Her  millions  to  devour  ?  W 

2  When  shall  the  veil  of  blindness 

Fall  from  the  sons  of  wealth, 
Restoring  human  kindness 

And  industry,  and  health  ? 
When  shall  the  charms  so  luring, 

Of  bad  example  cease  ; 
The  ends  at  once  securing. 

Of  industry  and  peace  ? 


40  niAISES  AND  THANKSQIViNOB. 

3  We  hail  with  joy  unceasing 

The  band  whose  pledge  is  given  ; 
Whose  numbers  are  increasing, 

Amid  the  smiles  of  heaven  ; 
Their  virtues  never  failing. 

Shall  lead  to  brighter  days, 
When  holiness  prevailing, 

Shall  fill  the  earth  with  praise. 

7s.   &  6s. 

1  JCIRIENDS  of  freedom  !  swell  the  sonj: 
Ml     Young  and  old,  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temp'rance  army  strong, 
And  on  to  victory. 

^  Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave. 
Onward  march  a  world  to  save ; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 
And  bear  his  infamy  ? 

3  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears  ; 
Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears  ; 
Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tears 

0.f  ruin'd  families  I 

4  Raise  the  cry  in  every  spot — 

"  Touch  not — Taste  not — Handle  not,'" 
Who  would  be  a  drunken  sot, 

The  worst  of  miseries  ? 

5  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest  j; 
iCarry  joy  to  every  breast ; 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 
By  living  soberly. 

6  Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high — 

"  Touch  not — Taste  not  till  you  die  /" 
Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky. 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 


PRAISES   AND  THANKSGIVINGS.  41 

7  God  of  mercy  !  hear  us  plead, 

For  thy  help  we  intercede  !  j 

See  how  many  bosoms  bleed  ! 

And  heal  them  speedily 

8  Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When,  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
Temp'rance  all  the  world  shall  sway. 

And  reign  triumphantly. 

Hatfield. 

6s.  &  8s. 

1  "gl^RAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
ML^    Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ^ 
While  temp'rance's  blessed  cause 

Is  urg'd  on  every  side ; 
Balmy  and  rich  its  odors  rise, 
To  fill  each  realm  beneath  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  men 
It  influence  feel  and  live  ; 
Sweet  as  the  vital  air 
The  incense  they  receive ; 

They  breathe  anew,  to  God  they  bring. 
Their  thanks  through  Christ,  their  conquering 
king. 

3  But  drunkards  scorn  the  grace, 
Which  brings  such  blessings  nigh, 
They  turn  away  their  face. 

And  faint  and  fall  and  die. 
Ye  temperate  men  their  doom  deplore. 
For  O  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

4  O,  may  I  e'er  be  kept. 

From  wine's  destructive  bowl , 

The  foe  which  seeks  to  kill 

My  body  and  my  soul : 
Saviour,  with  aid  divine  anew, 
T  bid  its  touch  a  last  adieu. 


42  PRAISES   AND  THANKSGIVINGS. 

L.  M. 

1  mmTE  praise  thee,  Lord — if  but  one  soul 

wW     While  the  past  year  prolong'd  its  flight, 
Turn'd  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous  bowl. 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  thee — if  one  clouded  home, 
Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pin'd, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come, 

Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind.  \% 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 
'Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end — 
No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace.  Almighty  King, 
Unwav'ring  at  our  posts  to  stand; 
'Till  grateful  at  Ihy  shrine  we  bring, 
The  tribute  of  a  ransom'd  land. 

L.  H.  Sigoorn^. 

8s.  &  7s. 

1  ■«ARENT  of  the  great  creation, 

M.      Thou  hast  open'd  wide  thine  hand ; 
Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
Now  that  we  before  thee  stand. 

2  May  all  drunkards  now  enslaved. 
Taste  those  pleasures  we  enjoy  ; 
They  and  us  through  grace  be  saved, 
And  for  thee  our  lives  employ. 

3  Safely  by  thy  spirit  guided, 
'Till  the  scenes  of  life  are  o'er, 
May  we  taste  the  bliss  provided. 
Hunger  then  and  thirst  no  more. 


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PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  43 


4  Then  our  sweetest  voices  raising, 
With  the  bright  angelic  host, 
Thy  great  name  for  ever  praising, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


E.  B.  H. 


8s.  7s.  &  4s. 
TEMPERANCE  TRIUMPH. 
1  ^^NWARD  !  Onward !  all  victorious, 
%^  Bright  thou  Sun  of  temp'rance  shine  I 
Sqon  our  triumph  will  be  glorious, 
For  our  leader  is  divine. 

Sing  victorious ! 
Sing  victorious  I 
For  our  lead^  is  divine. 
God  does  work ! — Scq,  none  can  hinder  ; 

Weak  the  agents  he'll  employ — 

With  his  trumpet  loudly  thunder, 

Compass,  round,  and  then  destroy  ! 

Walls  of  Satan  ! 

Walls  of  Satan  I 

Compass  round.  He  will  destroy. 

3  Rouse  thee !  rouse  thee  !  Christian  sleeping  ! 

Hark !  thy  Master  draweth  near, 
Search  the  camp, — in  wrath  He's  speaking, 
"  That  an  Achan's  shelter'd  there  I" 

Sons  of  Zion  ! 

Sons  of  Zion  I 
See,  an  Achan's  shelter'd  there. 

4  E'en  poor  Erin  !  now  is  bursting 

From  the  chains  which  long  she  wore ! 
See  her.  Father  Mathew  trusting, 
Alcohol  shall  rule  no  more  ! 

Happy  Erin  I 

Happy  Erin  I 
Alcohol  shall  rule  no  more> 


GrenviUe. 


44  l>RAISES    AND    THANESOIVIN6S. 

8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  W    ORD  of  heaven  and  earth  assist  us, 
JLJ  While  the  temp'rance  cause  we  plead, 
Though  both  earth  and  hell  resist  us, 

If  thou  bless,  we  shall  succeed, 

From  intern p'rance 
May  our  country  soon  be  freed. 

2  Let  the  temp'rance  reformation, 

3till  go  forward  and  increase, 
Checking  vice  and  dissipation, 

Filling  hearts  and  homes  with  peace. 

Till  intemp'rance 
Shall  on  earth,  for  ever  cease.  ^ 

J.Bjurm. 


'^ 


8s.  7s.  65  4s. 

ONS  and  daughters  of  the  pilgrims, 
Who  of  noble  birth  are  proud ; 
Lo !  the  glorious  cause  of  temp'rance, 
For  exertion  calls  aloud, 

While  the  monster 
Still  within  the  land  is  found. 

2  See  the  loathsome  drunkard  reeling ; 

Hark  the  cries  of  weeping  friends  I 
Hear  the  mother,  children  pleading 
Heaven  relief  would  quickly  send  ; 

Cruel  tyrant ! 
When  will  all  thy  miseries  end ! 

3  O  !  thou  great  and  mighty  Saviour, 

Haste  thee  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  powerful,  arch-deceiver. 
Shall  no  more  his  wrath  display ; 

Then  our  cause  will 
Gain  the  universal  sway. 


PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVIN08.  45 


7s. 

1  npEMPERANCE  !  tell  the  listening  world 

M.    What  thine  advocates  have  done  ; 
Hearken,  now  the  tyi-ant's  hurled 
From  his  high,  despotic  throne. 

2  Temperance — shall  it  bear  the  sway, 

Shine  o'er  earth  in  splendour  bright  1 
Listen ;  for  a  brilliant  day 

Drives  away  the  gloomy  night. 

3  Temperance !  will  thy  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  thee  birth  ? 
Other  climes  thy  sway  shall  own  : 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

4  Temperance  !  are  thy  sons  to  fight. 

Like  hosts  of  earth,  to  fix  thy  laws? 
O  no  ;  for  love  and  truth  unite. 
To  achieve  thy  holy  cause. 

5  Temperance  !  then  I'll  be  thy  child, 

For  I  love  thy  sacred  name : 

Yes,  thy  voice  and  influence  mild 

Can  the  wildest  passion  tame. 

6  Temperance  !  we  shall  shout  thy  praise  ; 

We  no  more  will  leave  thy  band ; 
.Toyful  now  our  anthems  raise, 
In  every  clime,  in  every  land. 

L.  H'  Sigourne?- 


* 
PART  IV. 


WARNINGS    AGAINST    INTEMPERANCE 
AND    ALL    ITS    CAUSES. 


1  rWlHAT  wine-cup  !  touch  it  not  I 

JL    Youth  take  thy  hand  away — 
Poverty  fills  it  up, 

With  ruin  and  decay. 
Oh,  youngster,  heed  thee  well. 

Ere  thou  hast  quaffed  a  drop — ■ 
The  seeds  of  death  are  there, 

Whose  work  thou  canst  not  stop  I 

2  When  ia  the  wide  world,  youth. 

Thou  hold'st  thy  devious  way, 
If  from  the  path  of  truth, 

Temptations  lead  astray — 
If  urg'd  to  drain  the  glass. 

With  thoughtless,  heedless  men> 
Oh,  as  thou  lov'st  thyself. 

Touch  not  the  wine-cup  then. 

3  Should  hours  of  darkness  come, 

And  thy  heart's  purpose  fail, 
Should  life  to  thee  seem  vain. 

And  earth  a  dreary  vale — - 
Oh,  to  the  voice  of  truth 

Take  heed,  nor  then  be  deaf, 
Shun,  shuM  the  wine-cup  then, 

It  cannot  give  relief. 


'C 


WARNINGS  AND  ADMONITIONS.  47 


8s.  &  6s. 

AN  we  forget  the  gloomy  time, 
When  Bacchus  rul'd  the  day. 
When  dissipation,  sloth,  and  crime, 
Bore  undisputed  sway  ? 

The  time — the  time — the  gloomy  time— 

The  time  has  pass'd  away. 
When  dissipation,  sloth,  and  crime, 
Bore  undisputed  sway. 

2  Can  we  forget  the  tender  wives, 

Who  found  an  early  tomb, 
Foi-,  ah  !  the  partners  of  their  lives 
Had  met  the  drunkard's  doom  ? 

The  wives — the  wives — the  tender  wives. 

May  bid  adieu  to  gloom, 
For  now  the  partners  of  their  lives 
Abhor  the  drunkard's  doom. 

3  We'll  ne'er  forget  that  noble  band 

Who  fear'd  no  creature's  frown. 
And  boldly  pledg'd  both  heart  and  hand, 
To  put  intemp'rance  down, 

The  band — the  band — the  noble  band — 

The  band  of  blest  renown — 
Who  boldly  pledg'd  both  heart  and  hand 
To  put  intemp'rance  down. 

4  Nor  shall  the  Pledge  be  e'er  forgot. 

That  so  much  bliss  creates — 
»«  We'll  touch  not — taste  not — handle  not, 
Whate'er  Intoxicates." 

The  Pledge — the  Pledge  is  not  forgot — 

The  pledge  tliat  Satan  hates — 
"  We'll  touch  not — taste  not — handle  not, 
Whate'er  intoxicates.^^ 

HatSeid. 


48  WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS. 

7s.  &  6s. 
Tune.—"  From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains.*^ 

1  f  ■"THOUGH  wretchedness  unending 

JL    Awaits  the  drunkard's  soul, 
His  eager  hands  extending, 

He  takes  and  quaffs  the  bowl  • 
Not  heav'n  itself  beseeching. 

With  kind  alluring  voice, 
Its  arras  of  mercy  reaching. 

Allures  him  from  his  choice. 

2  Ye,  who  are  still  delaying. 

Who  sip  the  poison'd  cup. 
Who  cheat  yourselves  by  saying— 

"  I  will  not  drink  it  up  !" 
Learn,  that  with  open  malice 

The  foe  wastes  not  his  strength, 
But  with  that  pleasing  chalice. 

He  kills  the  soul  at  length. 

3  Your  safety  now  securing. 

The  oath  of  temp'rance  take  ; 
And  from  the  charm  alluring 

With  giant  effort  break : 
Fly — fly  such  deadly  pleasures, 

No  longer  touch  nor  taste ; 
Your  peace  and  life  are  treasures 

Too  infinite  to  waste. 

L.  M. 

1  ^^^,  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 
\^  Shines  loveliest,  mortal,  in  thy  sight ; 
Oh,  loathe  the  charms  that  tempt  to  sip, 
And  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 

9  For  'neath  the  nectar'd  pleasure's  tide 
The  rankest  dregs  of  wo  abide  ; 
And  ev'ry  drop  that  cheers  thy  heart, 
Will  madden  more  the  poison's  smart 


WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS. 

3  'Tis  like  the  smile  of  treachery ; 
'Tis  like  the  glassy  ocean's  dye  ; 
Deceit  is  lurking  in  that  glow, 
And  death  and  danger  from  below. 

4  Then  mortal,  when  the  joys  of  earth 
Invite  thee  to  a  pangless  mirth, 
Beware,  nor  dare  the  bowl  to  sip, 
But  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 

L.  P.  M. 


49 


C.  A.  H. 


1  "■"NTEMP'RANCE  rears  its  sinful  towers, 
Jl  Like  the  doom'd  city  of  the  plain, 

O'er  it  the  storm  of  vengeance  lowers  ; 

All,  all  are  lost,  who  there  remain. 
Fierce  pain,  deep  wo,  and  black  despair, 
With  fiery  pangs  have  settled  there. 

2  Without  its  gates  an  angel  stands, 

A  form  of  wisdom,  love,  and  light, 
Whose  warning  voice  and  outstretched  hands ; 

Aids  and  enforces  instant  flight. 
"  Haste,  leave  the  city  of  the  doomed — 
Oh,  stay  not,  lest  yc  be  consumed." 

3  'Tis  Abstinence  !  Who  breathes  this  strain, 

Myriads  have  heard  the  warning  voice  ; 
Lo !  they  have  sought  the  fresh  green  plain, 

Behold  the  rescued  ones  rejoice  .' 
Swift  from  the  city's  gates  they  flee. 
Singing  in  triumph — "  we  are  free !" 

4  "  See  numbers  are  already  there, 

This  plain  has  been  their  sure  safe  way  ; 
Their  songs  are  floating  on  the  air, 

Oh,  haste  with  them  your  vows  to  pay ; 
'Taste  the  rich  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n. 
On  that  fair  mount,  whose  top  is  heav'n  I 


jSO  WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS. 

5  *'  Flee  to  the  mountain  ;  freely  breathe 
The  balmy  breeze  that  fans  its  side, 
The  joys  of  liberty  receive  ; 

Drink  of  salvation's  mighty  tide — 
Shout,  as  ye  press  with  vigour  on. 
The  plain  is  pass'd — the  mount  is  won." 

C.  L.  B. 

L.    M. 

THE  BOWL. 

BY    LIEUT.    G.    W.    PATTEN,    U.    S.    ARMY. 

1  ^^H  !  shun  the  bowl ! — the  draught  beware, 
\_W  Whose  smile  but  mocks  the  lips  of  men; 
When  foaming  high  with  waters  rare — 

Oh  !  never  touch  the  goblet  then. 
With  friends  we  love  tho'  sweet  to  sip. 

The  nectar'd  juice  at  close  of  day. 
Yet  trust  ye  not  the  syren  lip 

That  wins  to  cheat,  and  lures  to  slay. 

3  Oh  !  shun  the  bowl — as  thou  would'st  leave 

The  poisoned  spot  where  reptiles  tread  ; 
Lest  widow'd  hearts  for  thee  should  grieve — 

For  thee,  untimely  tears  be  shed. 
Yea  !  thine  may  be  the  fearful  lot 

To  prove,  ere  time  hath  dimm'd  thy  brow, 
A  sire — and  yet  the  witness  not 

Of  them  who  weep  his  broken  vow. 

3  Hast  thou  a  bride  whose  every  sigh 

Deep  trembles  with  the  joy  it  gives  ? 
Hast  thou  a  child  whose  meek  mild  eye 

Lives  in  the  light  its  father  lives  ? 
Then  shun  the  bowl ! — the  draught  beware, 

Whose  smile  but  mocks  the  lips  of  men  j 
When  foaming  high  with  waters  rare — 

Oh  never  touch  the  goblet  then ! 


WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS.  51 

H.     M. 

1  "W^ASH  to  the  floor  that  bowl ! 
MLP  Dare  not  its  sweets  to  sip ! 
There's  peril  to  the  soul, 

If  once  it  touch  the  lip, 

Why  will  ye  drown 

The  God  within  ? 

Avoid  the  sin ! 

Ay,  dash  it  down  ! 

2  And  let  no  fire  be  brought. 

In  goblet,  glass,  or  bowl. 
Within  the  "  dome  of  thought 
The  palace  of  the  soul ;" 
Lest  in  that  fire 
Of  burning  drink, 
That  palace  sink. 
That  soul  expire. 

3  Let  light  on  water  shine — 

The  light  of  love  and  truth'. 
Then  shall  that  drink  divirie 
Be  quaffed  by  age  and  youth  ; 
And  as  that  bow, 

Doth  heavenward  bend, 
Shall  heavenward  tend 
Tlie  way  they  go. 

C.  M. 
ONE  GLASS  MORE. 

1  ^TAY,  mortal,  stay  !  nor  heedless  thus 
^  Thy  sure  destruction  seal : 

Within  that  cup  there  lurks  a  curse, 
Which  all  who  drink  must  feel. 

2  Disease  and  death,  for  ever  nigh, 

Stand  ready  at  the  door, 
And  eager  wait  to  hear  the  cry, 
Of,  "  Give  me  one  glass  more." 


52  WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS. 

3  Go,  view  that  prison's  gloomy  cells. 

Their  palld  tenants  scan  ; 
Gaze,  gaze  upon  these  earthly  hells, 
And  ask  how  they  began. 

4  Stay,  mortal,  stay  ;  repent,  return  ; 

Reflect  upon  thy  fate  ; 
The  poisonous  draught  indignant  spurn — 
Spurn,  spurn  it,  ere  too  late. 

L.  M. 

Air. — "  Green  Fields" 
II !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 
Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  rod ; 
For  who  have  such  trouble  as  they, 

That  oft  to  the  bottle  are  led  ? 
Who  else  have  such  sorrow  and  wo, 
As  they  who  to  drinking  incline  ? 
What  evils  unceasingly  &ov,r 

From  tarrying  long  at  the  wine  ! 

2  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 
Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red ; 

At  last,  like  a  serpent  at  play, 

It  stings,  and  the  poison  will  spread  • 

The  eyes  it  inflames  with  desire. 
The  heart  with  all  manner  of  sin, 

It  setteth  the  bosom  on  lire. 
Consuming  the  spirit  within. 

3  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 
Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red : 

Though  urg'd  by  the  wealthy  and  gay, 
Remember  the  blood  it  hath  shed  ! 

Touch  not,  with  the  poison,  thy  lips, 
If  thou  v/ould'st  be  free  from  its  pains ; 

For  he  is  in  danger  who  sips — 
He  only  is  safe  who  abstains. 


Hatfield 


WARNINGS   AND    ADMONITIONS,  O.-i 

C.  M. 

1  ^^H  !  touch  it  not  for  deep  within, 
\^  That  ruby  tinted  bowl, 

Lie  hidden  fiends  of  guilt  and  sin, 
To  seize  your  precious  soul. 

2  That  sparkling  glass  if  you  partake. 

Will  prove  your  deadly  foe, 
And  may,  e'er  yet  its  bubbles  break, 
Have  sealed  your  endless  wo. 

3  Then  pause  e'er  yet  the  cup  you  drain, 

The  hand  that  lifts  it,  stay. 
Resolve  for  ever  to  abstain. 
And  cast  the  bowl  away. 

lis. 
AWAY  FROM  THE  REVEL 

1  A  WAY  from  the  revel,  the  night  star  is  up ; 
xm.  Away,  come  away,  there  is  strife  in  the  cup ! 
There  is  shouting  of  song,  there  is  wine  in  the  bowl ; 
But  listen  and  drink,  they  will  madden  thy  soul. 

2  The  foam  of  the  goblet  is  sparkling  and  bright, 
Rising  like  gems  in  the  torches  red  light ; 

But  the  glance  of  thine  eye  if  it  lingereth  thei'c, 
Will  change  its  mild  beam  for  the  maniac's  glare ! 

3  The  pearl-studded  chalice,  displaying  in  pride, 
May  challenge  thy  lip  to  the  purple  draught's  tide ; 
But  the  pearl  of  the  dew-drop,  the  voice  of  the  breeze 
Are  dearer,  and  calmer,  more  blessed  than  these. 

4  Oh  !  come,  it  is  twilight ;  the  night  star  is  up : 
Its  ray  is  more  bright  than  the  silver-brimm'd  cup ; 
The  boat  gently  dances,  the  snowy  sail  fills. 
We'll  glide  o'er  the  waters,  or  rove  on  the  hills. 


54  WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS. 


THE  DRUNKARD'S  DIRGE. 

1  ^10  ME,  behold  the  drunkard  dying, 
^,y   Hear  ye  him  rave. 

'Tis  no  contrite  spirit,  crying, 

Lord  Jesus  save ! 
No  kind  wings  of  mercy  hover 
That  dark  scene  of  ruin  over  ; 
Oh  bewail  him,  whom  ye  cover 

Deep  in  the  grave. 

2  Lo  I  the  resurrection  morning 

Breaks  on  the  gloom  ; 
Summoned  by  the  trumpet's  warning, 

Souls  press  for  room. 
Woful  case  !  the  drunkard,  bending 
'Neath  the  weight  of  wrath  impending, 
Wakes  to  anguish  never  ending. 

Mourn  ye  his  doom  ! 

B.  L.  Swan 

lis. 

1  "  "W^  AUGHTER  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

iJ^  Awake  for  the  foe  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness ; 
Arise  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er." 

2  No  more  shall  the  bowl — of  friendship  the  token, 

The  bliss  of  a  moment,  be  fiU'd  to  ensnare  ; 
Though  rich  be  its  glow,  yet  the  charm  has  been  bro . 
ken. 
That  led  on  its  victims  to  want  and  despair. 

3  Hence  all  ye  sorrows — the  cup  that  distill'd  them— 

Pure  friendship  has  banish'd  and  dash'd  from  the 
board ; 
Homes — where  the  poison  with  wretchedness  fijil'd 
them. 
To  peace  and  to  virtue  again  are  restor'd. 


JUVENILE   TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  55; 

Friends  of  redemption,  the  prospect  is  cheering, 
All  aid  to  our  progress  kind  heaven  will  bless  ; 

Then  let  us  arise,  for  the  cause  is  endearing — 
The  joys  of  our  triumph  no  tongue  can  express 


PAMT   V. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

7s.  &;  63. 

FOR  JUVENILE  CELEBRATIONS. 

1  g^HILDREN,  who  have  rallied  now 
^l_y   Where  Immanuel's  soldiers  bow, 
Who  will  take  the  temp'rance  vow, 

And  be  a  volunteer  ? 

2  Children  !  hear  the  battle  cry, 
Sounding  loud,  and  sounding  nigh. 
From  the  throne  of  God  on  high  : 

Who'll  be  a  volunteer  ? 

3  See !  the  foe  is  gathering  fast ; 
Hark !  his  clanging  trumpet  blast ! 
Who  will  fight  him  to  the  last, 

And  march  a  volunteer  1 

4  Lo  !  o'er  all  the  tented  field, 
God  will  be  our  sun  and  shield ; 
Alcohol,  the  foe,  shall  yield, 

If  all  will  volunteer. 


^6  JUVENILK    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

L.  M. 

1  rjHHY  gracious  aid,  O  God!  impart, 

JH.     Our  resolution  to  fulfil ; 
Guide  and  direct  each  erring  heart, 
And  teach  it  how  to  do  thy  will. 

2  Sear  from  our  souls  each  secret  sin, 
Repress  each  worldly,  selfish  thought : 
And  may  we  stride  the  prize  to  win, 
As  our  blest  Lord  and  Saviour  taught. 

3  Oh!  may  his  precepts  be  our  guide, 
To  lead  us  safe  through  paths  of  truth 
And  his  example  ever  chide 

The  thoughtless  follies  of  our  youth. 

8s.  &  6s. 


M    L 


1  rWlHE  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl 

JL     Is  not  the  drink  for  me, 
It  kills  his  body  and  his  soul, 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he. 
But  there's  a  drink  which  God  hath  given, 

Distilling  in  the  showers  of  heaven. 
In  measures  large  and  free, 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me. 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me 

2  The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high, 

Is  not  the  stream  for  me  ; 
For  he  who  drinks  it  still  is  dry, 

For  ever  dry  he'll  be. 
But  there's  a  stream,  so  cool  and  clear. 

The  thirsty  traveller  lingers  near. 
Refreshed  and  glad  is  he ; 
O,  that's  the  stream  for  me. 
O,  that's  the  stream  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  stream  for  me. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  3. 

3  The  wine-cup  that  so  many  prize, 
Is  not  the  cup  for  me, 
The  aching  head,  the  bloated  face, 

In  its  sad  train  I  see. 
But  there's  a  cup  of  water  pure. 

And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure, 
Of  health  and  length  of  days, 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me. 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me. 

8s.   &  6s. 

Sung  at  the  Odeon,  Boston,  at  the  Juvenile  Celebration 
of  simultaneous  Temperance  Meetings. 

1  "^fiMT"  ■^'^-'^  heard  that  round  the  wine-cup's  brim 
V  W  A  thousand  pleasures  stray, 

And  that  strong  drink  have  wondrous  power 

To  drive  dull  care  away  ; 
But  we  have  seen  the  fiasliing  light 

Which  from  the  goblet  came, 
Lead,  like  the  meteor,  on  to  tears. 

And  wretchedness,  and  shame. 

2  We've  hoard  that  though  'tis  well  enough 

For  men  the  pledge  to  sign. 
Yet  youth  need  never  be  in  haste 

Tiieir  freedom  to  resign  ; 
But  we  are  sure  ill  habits  formed 

In  youth  destroy  the  man  ; 
And  we'll  secure  us  from  the  snare 

Thus  woven,  if  we  can. 

t  The  children  in  Chaldea's  court, 

Who  would  not  drink  the  wiRe, 
Not  only  fair  in  flesh  were  seen. 
But  v/isdom  had,  divine. 


ftS  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

Like  them,  we  choose  the  generous  draught, 

God's  cool,  sweet  springs  supply ; 
And  at  the  last,  those  streams,  of  which 
Who  drink,  shall  never  die  ! 

W.  B.  TapDan 


'JJ 


8s.   &  6s. 

NITED  in  a  peaceful  band 
To  drive  intemperance  from  our  land, 
We're  joined  in  heart,  and  join'd  in  hand — 
The  cold  water  army. 

2  We'll  raise  our  happy  voices  high 
In  loudest  accents  to  the  sky  ; 

While  heaven  and  earth  shall  then  reply — 
The  cold  water  army. 

3  We'll  make  the  woods  and  valleys  ring 
With  loudest  echoes  while  we  sing. 
While  all  around  re-echoes  bring, 

The  cold  water  army. 

4  O  Lord,  let  now  a  copious  shower, 
Of  grace  descending  on  us  pour, 
Nor  let  one  blightning  prospect  lower 

The  cold  water  army. 

5  O  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne, 

To  praise  Thee  there,  in  strains  unknown, 
And  flowers  of  love  and  peace  be  strewn, 
The  cold  water  army. 

S.  M. 

EPITAPH  ON  A  JUVENILE  MEMBER. 

1   "ITE  was  a  virtuous  youth, 

M.M.  Oh  yes  ! — and  lov'd  his  God : 
Along  the  sober  path  of  truth 
His  little  feet  they  trod. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  59 

2  To  'scape  th'  intemp'rate  way, 

A  totaller  was  he  ; 
And  deeply  sighed  for  the  day, 
When  drunkards  should  be  free. 

3  Then,  youthful  friends,  O  come  ! 

And  silently  draw  near, 
And  o'er  his  little  lonely  tomb, 
Pray  shed  a  sacred  tear. 

4  Then  follow  oji  his  rout, 

Drink  not  the  drunkard's  drink ; 
And  let  your  daily  constant  shout 
Be  "  drunkenness  shall  sink." 

C.   M. 

A  YOUNG  TE-TOTALLER'S  MORNING 
HYMN. 

1  BBE  with  me  Lord  throughout  this  day, 
M-9  Thy  bounty  let  me  share  ; 

And  give  me  grace,  that  now  I  may. 
Pour  out  my  soul  in  prayer. 

2  Do  thou  support  my  temperance  vow, 

Preserve  my  soul  from  sin  ; 
And  grant  me  grace  to  serve  thee  now, 
And  endless  life  to  win. 

3  Do  thou  assist -me  when  I  try 

The  drunkard  to  reclaim. 
That  so  he  may,  O  thou  Most  High ! 
For  ever  bless  thy  name. 

4  Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  tower. 

Be  thou  my  Saviour  nigh ; 
And  keep  me  from  the  tempter's  power, 
With  thy  all-seeing  eye. 


60  JUVKNILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

L.  M. 
NEW  YEAR'S  HYMN. 

1  A  NOTHER  year  has  run  its  round, 
xm.  In  Freedom's  Hall  again  we're  found-; 
All  our  dear  friends  that  here  we  see, 

We  greet  with  song  and  jubilee. 

2  We  here  are  met — a  youthful  band ; 
We're  pledg'd  in  heart,  we're  join'd  in  hand  ; 
With  hopes  elate,  and  minds  as  free, 

From  ev'ry  path  of  vice  wc  flee. 

3  We  seek  for  morals  just  and  pure 
That  will  our  future  good  ensure  ; 
For  virtue,  temperance,  and  truth. 
To  guard  us  from  the  sins  df  youth. 

4  We  look  to  God  to  keep  and  aid 
The  resolutions  we  have  made. 

To  strengthen  ev'ry  youthful  heart. 
And  unto  all  his  grace  impart. 

H.  M. 

For  the  Juvenile  Temperance  Jubilee. 

1  ^^HEERILY,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain: 
x_y  Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again, 

Here  we  stand, 
On  this  cheerful  temperance  day. 
Gracious  God  to  thee  we  pray. 
Let  our  cause,  so  righteous,  sway 

Every  heart  in  the  land. 

2  Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again  ; 

We  are  here. 
We  who  love  the  tempera)ice  cause. 
We  who  wish  for  righteous  laws, 
We  cold  water  girls  and  boys, 

We  are  here — we  are  here. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  61 

3  Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain  ; 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again  ', 

Here  we  raise 
Songs  of  praise  to  God,  who  sends 
Blessings  on  our  temperance  friends. 
On  Him  all  our  hope  depends, 

For  success  in  this  cause. 

5s.   &  7s. 

1  W    ET  him  who  may  think 
M-d  It  is  well  to  drink 

A  health,  in  wine,  to  his  friend, 

Reflect  on  the  way 

He's  taking  that  day. 
And  look  to  his  coming  end. 

2  The  path  from  right 
Is  not  all  bright. 

But  a  downward  thorny  road; 

And  the  flashing  wine, 

Though  it  seem  divine. 
Will  lead  to  the  drunkard's  abode. 

3  The  joys  of  health, 
And  home,  and  wealth. 

Will  pass  like  the  flying  thought ; 

And  the  groggery's  cell. 

That  earthly  hell. 
Will  be  his  last  resort. 

8s.  &  7s. 

TO  BE  SUNG  AT  THE  CONCLUSION  Ol*' 
MEETINGS. 

1  Wy  EAVENLY  Father  .'  give  thy  blessing, 
JBlJL  While  we  now  tliis  meeting  end  ; 
On  our  minds  each  truth  impressing, 
That  may  to  thy  glory  tend. 
6 


62  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS- 

2  Save  from  all  intoxication. 

From  its  fountains  may  we  flee, 

When  assail'd  by  strong  temptation 
Put  our  trust  alone  in  thee. 


8s.  <&  6s. 
THE  COLD  WATER  ARMY. 

1  "^R^TITH  banner  and  with  badge  we  come, 

▼  V     An  ARMY  true  and  strong. 
To  fight  against  the  hosts  of  Rum, 

And  this  shall  be  ou.r  song : 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs, 

Supplied  by  gentle  showers; 
We  feel  the  strength  cold  water  brings, — 

"  The  Victory  is  Ours." 

2  "  Cold  Water  Army,"  is  our  name, 

0  may  we  faithful  be. 
And  so  in  truth  and  justice  claim, 
The  blessings  of  the  free. 

We  love  the  clear,  &c. 

3  Though  others  love  their  rum  and  wine, 

And  drink  till  they  are  mad, 

To  Water  we  will  still  incline, 

To  make  us  strong  and  giad. 

We  love  the  clear,  &c. 

4  I  pledge  to  thee  this  hand  of  m.ine. 

In  faith  and  friendship  strong  ; 
And  fellow  soldiers  we  will  join 

The  chorus  of  our  song : 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs, 

Supplied  by  gentle  showers ; 
We  feel  the  strength  cold  water  brings, — 

"  The  Victory  is  Ours." 


©DES    AND    SONGS  FOR  MEETQINGS    AND 
FESTIVALS. 


NATIONAL  ODE. 
LAND  OF  COLUMBIA. 

LAND  of  Columbia  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 
Awake  for  thy  foe  is  oppressing  thee  sore; 
Down  the  dark  stream  of  intemp'rance  what  numbers, 

Are  urging  their  way  to  eternity's  shore  ! 
Land  of  Columbia  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 
Awake,  e'er  thou  fall  to  recover  no  more. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  thy  sons  are  enslaved, 
A  tyrant  infernal  has  bound  them  in  chains ; 

Arise  in  thy  might,  let  thy  children  be  saved, 

Expel  the  dread  foe  from  thy  mountains  and  plains. 

Land  of  Columbia!  thy  sons  are  enslaved. 

Awake,  e'er  they  sink  where  despair  ever  reigns. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  the  morning  hath  gleamed. 
The  day-star  of  temp'rance  ascendeth  the  skies  ; 

Awake  to  the  light  that  from  heaven  hath  beamed, 
No  more  let  the  darkness  o'ershadow  thine  eyes. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  the  morning  hath  gleamed, 

Now,  hail  its  bright  rays  with  soul-chsering  cries. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  awake  to  thy  glory  ! 

And  let  thy  blest  influence  be  felt  the  world  o'er  I 
Awake,  till  intemp'rance  be  known  but  in  story, 

Awake,  till  its  woes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more! 
Land  of  Columbia  !  awake  to  thy  glory  ! 
Awake  !  I  and  the  foe  shall  oppress  thee  no  morb. 


64  ODES  AND  SONGS. 

SONG. 
THROUGHOUT  COLUMBIA'S  BORDERS. 

THROUGHOUT  Columbia's  borders, 
There  rings  a  song  of  gladness  : 
Without  control,  its  numbers  roll. 

Dispelling  gloom  and  sadness. 
'Tis  the  sweet  song  of  temp'rance, 

O'er  hill  and  vale  it  boundeth ; 
Throughout  the  land,  on  every  hand. 
The  joyful  news  resoundeth. 

As  on  the  wings  of  morning, 

The  cheering  anthem  flyeth, 
Its  notes  are  sung  by  many  a  tongue, 

The  concert  never  dieth  ; 
But  temp'rance,  temp'rance,  temp'rance, 

O'er  every  hill-top  boundeth  j 
On  land  and  main,  the  glorione  strain 

Unceasingly  resoundeth. 

Far  o'er  Atlantic's  billows. 

The  rapt'rous  theme  is  ringing  ; 
In  cheerful  songs,  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Its  glorious  strains  are  singing : 
While  Erin's  verdant  island. 

With  swelling  acclamation  ; 
In  concert  loud,  ascribes  to  God 

Her  great  regeneration  ! 

Soon  shall  the  cruel  tyrant,  ' 

From  his  high  throne  be  driven  ; 
Each  galling  chain  be  broke  in  twain, 

And  every  link  be  riven  : 
Then  temp'rance,  peace,  and  virtue, 

Shall  reign  o'er  earth  victorious  ; 
Our  flag  unfurled,  throughout  the  world, 

Shall  wave  in  triuiilph  glorious !  G. 


ODES    AND    SONGS.  BD 

SONG. 
THE  INVOCATION. 

Air. — Gentle  Zetella. 

TEMP'RANCE,  mild  blessing  !  goddess  serene, 
Virtue's  fair  daughter,  water's  bright  queen, 
Nurse  of  soft  slumbers, 

Guardian  of  youth, 
Friend  to  sweet  numbers. 
Teacher  of  truth, 
List  while  we  sing'softly  into  thine  ear  ; 
Oh  !  keep  us  united ;  oh  !  make  us  sincere. 

Lend,  gentle  goddess,  oh  !  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
It  is  of  ourselves,  of  ourselves  we'er  afraid  ; 
Make  us  love  water. 

Thou  saver  of  gains  ; 
Make  us  love  water. 
Thou  cooler  of  brains. 
The  wish  for  perfection  our  bosom  ip spires  ; 
Oh  !  make  us  whatever  thy  service  requires. 


SONG. 

FRIENDS  OF  MAN  AND  FOES  TO  MADNESS. 
IRIENDS  of  man  and  foes  to  madness, 
Let  your  voices  loudly  sound. 
Speak  !  behold  a  nations  sadness  : 
See  you  not  the  foe  around  ? 


•pi 


Lift  on  high  the  temp'rance  banner. 
Freemen  !  freemen  !  to  your  post ; 

Hear  the  victims  how  they  stammer  ! 
Hasten — save  them,  or  they're  lost  ? 

Father,  rouse  thee  !  see  yon  treasure  ; 

Yonder  thoughtless,  yielding  one, 
Seeks  the  goblet  for  his  pleasure, 

Madly  quaffs,  and  is  undone. 


ODES    AND   SONGS. 

Sister  I  snatch  thy  wretched  brother 

From  the  spoiler's  cruel  grasp  ; 
Ere  another  year — another 

Victim  to  their  arms  they  clasp  I 

Wife  ! — with  heart  almost  to  breaking, 

Hast  thou  not  a  word  to  say  ? 
Can'st  thou  thus  be  slumber  taking. 

While  thy  husband  is  their  prey  ? 

Patriots,  christians,  friends  of  freedom  ! 

Waken  now — can  naught  be  done  ? 
Natight  to  break  this  cruel  thraldom  ? 
Falter  not !  we  are  undone  ! 

Hatfield. 


NATIONAL  ODE. 
COME,  SONS  OF  COLUMBIA. 

,>.  ^^OME,  sons  of  Columbia,  while  proudly  and  high, 

|f?V  .  ^^  Ever}'^  bosom  with  freedom  and  glory  is  swelling, 

■fvl  While  our  Eagle's  bright  eyrie's  still  built  in  the  sky, 

And  tyranny's  death-song  is  heard  in  each  dwelling, 
-i'ftUR  Come,  the  bright  chalice  drain — and  again  and  again, 

mM.-'.-'  Let  our  pledge,  and  our  toast,  in  a  far  sounding  strain, 

1F^  Be  water — pure  water,  bright  sparkling  with  glee, 

That  flows,  like  our  life's  blood,  unfettered  and  free. 

Oh  !  the  wine-cup  may  sparkle  in  ruby  drops  bright. 
And  o'er  its  glad  brim,  in  gay  phalanx  advancing, 
Fair  gossamer  spirits,  in  rain-bow  like  light, 

May  to  Bacchanal  music  be  gracefully  dancing  : 
While  they  dazzle  our  eyes  with  the  hues  of  the  skies, 
Soft  and  silvery  tones  on  the  breeze  seem  to  rise, 
'Tis  the  gush  of  pure  water,  bright  sparkling  with  glee, 
That  flows,  like  our  life's  blood,  unfettered  and  free. 

Oh  !  then  hail  to  thee,  water — the  Bacchanal's  toast 
May  be  drank  in  red  wine,  that  in  ruddy  light  flashes 

But  Columbia's  freemen  still  proudly  shall  boast, 
Of  the  free  gift  of  God,  that  o'er  hill  and  vale  dashes  • 


ODES    AND   S0NG8-  67 

The  di'monds  bright  ray  seems  for  ever  at  play 
On  the  full  glancing  cup — and  the  soul-breathing  lay, 
Shall  be  praise  of  pure  water,bright  sparkling  with  glee 
The  gift  of  our  God — and  the  drink  of  the  free. 

Miss  C.  H.  Watermaa 


SONG. 

THE  RESCUE. 

Air. — Oh  sing  !  sweet  bird. 

ON  temp'rance,  on  !  speed  on,  blest  power; 
To  thy  mild  rule  no  transient  boon  we  owe  : 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed  ;  each  passing  hour 
Mourns  some  foul  outrage  of  thy  fiery  foe.' 
On  to  the  rescue  ! 
To  his  victims  prove 
Deliverance  safe — if  slow. 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed  !  O  speed,  speed,  temperance 
speed,  O  speed ! 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed. 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed. 
Speed  on,  blest  power  ! 

Put  strength  into  thy  wings,  and  fly 
O'er  earth  ;  and  bid  man  know  himself^  and  shun. 

The  ruling  vice — so  live,  so  die, 
As  man  should  live  and  die.     Thine  object's  won 
When  man  himself  respects  ; 
And  thy  reward. 
Good  deeds  that  thou  hast  done. 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed !  O  speed,  speed,  temperance 
speed !  O  speed  ! 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Oh !  speed,  blest  power  i 


68  9DES   AND   SONGS. 

SONG. 
THE  BUCKET  WHICH  HUNG  ON  THE  WELL. 

HOW  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  days  of  my  child- 
hood, 
When  fond  recollection  presents  to  my  view 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep-tangled  wild  wood, 
And  ev'ry  lov'd  spot  which  my  infancy  knew  ;     [it ; 
The  wide  spreading  pond,and  the  mill  which  stood  near 
The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell ; 
The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 
And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well — 
The  old  oaken  bucket. 
The  iron  bound  bucket. 
The  moss  covered  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well 

That  moss  covered  bucket  I  hail  as  a  treasure ; 
For  often  at  noon,  when  return'd  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 
The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  could  yield. 
How  ardent  I  seized,  with  hands  that  were  glowing ; 
And  quick  to  the  white  pebbled  bottom  it  fell ; 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing, 
And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 

The  iron  bound  bucket, 
The  moss  covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  rim  to  receive  it, 

As  pois'd  on  the  curb  it  inclined  to  my  lips  ; 

Not  a  fall  flowing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 

Tho'  fill'd  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 

And  now,  far  removed  from  that  situation. 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell. 

As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  which  hung  on  the  well 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 

The  iron  bound  bucket, 
The  moss  covered  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well. 

Woodworth. 


ODP.S   AND   SONGS.  69 

THE  SONG  OF  THE  RIVER. 

S  SPRING  from  the  rock,  from  the  mountain  side. 
Sparkling  pure  and  bright ; 
And  1  gather  stren;;-th,  as  I  rapidly  glide 
From  my  birth-place  into  light. 

Richness  I  boar  to  land  and  tree, 

Beauty  to  iiill  and  dale  ; 
Beast  and  bird  delight  in  me, 

Drink  and  are  strong  and  hale. 

Fresh  are  the  flowers  that  deck  my  banks, 

The  sod  is  greenest  there  : 
And  the  warbling  wing'd  one's  sing  their  thanks, 

As  they  drink  of  me  ev'ry  where. 

The  traveller  on  burning  sands. 

The  wanderer  on  the  sea, 
Gasping  for  water,  clasp  their  liands, 

And  wildly  pray  for  me. 
I  am  the  only  drink  was  given 

To  man,  when  pure  and  free ; 
Return  then  to  the  streams  of  heaven, 

You're  safe  when  you  drink  of  me. 


SONG. 

ROGER  WILLIAMS'  SPRING. 

^^OME  sing  the  praise  of  rosy  wine, 
1^  Its  sparkling  color  bright ; 
But  in  such  songs  with  them  to  join 

We  cannot  take  dehght. 
We  have  a  rich  and  noble  theme, 

Fit  for  a  prince  and  king — 
'Tis  water,  pure,  and  fresh,  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 


70  ODES    AND   SONGS. 

This  will  give  health,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Refreshing  every  power ; 
We  want  no  better  drink  than  this 

In  trials  darkest  hour. 
To  cheer  the  heart  and  quench  the  thirst 

It  is  the  very  thing  ; 
Then  give  us  water  pure  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 

Our  sires  drank  from  this  living  spring 

Two  hundred  years  ago  ; 
And  from  this  fountain  water  clear 

Continues  still  to  flow. 
Then  we,  on  this  our  festal  day. 

Will  of  its  virtues  sing. 
And  drink  this  water,  pure  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 


SONG. 
FAREWELL  TO  THE  CUP. 

FAREWELL  to  the  cup — v/e  have  tarried  too  long, 
Where  the  juice  of  the  grape  adds  its  witch'ry  to 
song, 
And  the  thoughts  that  flov/'d  freely  are  sombre  and  duUv 
And  our  brains  become  heavy — farewell  to  the  bowl. 

No  longer  the  eye  beams  with  intellect's  fires, 
No  longer  the  tongue  fancy's  power  inspires  ; 
But  flushed  is  the  brow  and  degraded  the  soul, 
And  our  minds  have  departed — farewell  to  the  bowl. 

Oh,  tarry  no  longer  where  joy  flies  away. 
And  the  heart  and  the  soul  lose  their  richest  array, 
Where  eye  mocketh  eye,  as  unmeaning  they  roll. 
And  the  tongue  whispers  folly— farewell  to  the  bowl. 


ODES    AND    SONGS.  71 

Oh,  think  if  the  maiden  who  smiles  in  thine  eyes, 
Once  saw  thy  proud  mind  in  this  shameful  disguise; 
How  her  heart  would  reject  thee,  how  sadly  her  soul 
Would  pity  and  leave  thee — oh,  flee  from  the  bowl. 

Oh  think,  ere  the  moment  of  thinking  is  past, 
And  the  chains  of  the  mighty  upon  thee  are  cast  I 
Return — ere  the  iron  shall  enter  thy  soul. 
And  thy  whole  life  beside  be — a  curse  on  the  bowl. 

Alfred  L.  Smith. 


SONG. 
THE  BUBBLING  SPRING. 

IF  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth, 
More  lovely  than  the  rest. 
One,  which  fond  nature  at  her  birtn. 

With  purest  beauty  blest ; 
It  is  the  place  where  some  cool  fount 

Its  crystal  waters  fling; 
Where,  in  the  mead,  or  on  the  mount, 
'Mid  rocks  and  flowers,  that  hide  the  fount, 
Gushes  tlie  bubbling  spring. 

Tell  me  not  of  the  sparkling  bowl, 

That  glows  with  red'ning  fire; 
Oh  tell  not  of  the  joy  of  soul, 

The  wine-cup  can  inspire 
A  brighter  glass — a  purer  joy — 

A  healthier  draught  I  sing  ; 
Nature's  own  cup  without  alloy — 
Pleasure  that  reason  can  enjoy — 

Health  from  the  bubbling  spring. 

Then  fill  the  glass  with  water  bright— 

The  nectar  nature  gave  ; 
Let  faithful  hearts  round  this  unite, 

A  bleeding  world  to  save : 


72  ODES    AND    SONGS. 

For  naught  can  soothe  the  woful  weund, 

And  heal  the  viper's  sting — 
Nay  naught  these  fires  of  death  can  drown, 
But  pure  and  healthful  water,  found 

Fresh  in  the  bubbling  spring. 

D  C.  York. 


SONG. 
I'VE  THROWN  THE  BOWL  ASIDE. 

I'VE  thrown  the  bowl  aside, 
For  me  no  more  shall  flow 
Its  ruddy  stream  or  sparkling  tide, 

How  bright  soe'er  it  glow  ; 
I've  seen  extending  wide 
Its  devastating  sway. 
Seen  reason  yield  its  power  to  guide, — ■ 
I've  cast  the  bowl  away  I 

My  days  of  revelry 

O  gladly  I  give  up  ; 
They're  but  the  masks  of  misery, 

Which  still  lurk  in  the  cup  ; 
While  indolence  and  want 

And  poverty  display 
Themselves  in  every  drunkai'd's  haunt,— 

I've  cast  the  bowl  away  I 

A  drunkard's  gloomy  grave 

Shall  ne'er  be  made  for  me  ; 
O  rather  let  the  rushing  wave 

Engulf  me  in  the  sea  ! 
And  may  it  be  my  lot 

To  die  'neath  reason's  ray  ! 
Reraember'd  by  my  friends  or  not,— 

I've  cast  the  bowl  away  I 


ObES    AND   SONGS.  7^ 

My  path  henceforth  is  plain. 

In  honesty  to  live — 
To  shun  intemperance  and  its  train, 

By  industry  to  thrive ; 
No  duty  to  forget. 

And  live  to  bless  the  day 
When  I  was  led  without  regret, 

To  cast  the  bowl  away ! 

Amet. 


ODE. 
WATER  !— OH  !  WATER  FOR  ME, 

OH  !  water  for  me — bright  water  for  me  ! 
Ar;,d  wine  for  the  tremulous  debauchee  I 
It  cooletli  the  brow,  it  cooleth  the  brain, 
It  maketh  the  faint  one  strong  again  ; 
It  cornel  o'er  the  sense  like  a  breeze  from  the  sea  ^ 
All  fres'nness,  like  infant  purity. 
Oh  water,  bright  water,  for  me,  for  me ! 
Give  wine,  give  wine  to  the  debauchee  ! 

Fill  to  the  brim !  fill,  fill  to  the  brim  ! 
Let  the  flowing  crystal  kiss  the  rim  : 
For  my  hand  is  steady,  my  eye  is  true, 
For  I,  like  the  flowers,  drink  naught  but  dew. 
Oh !  water,  bright  water's  a  mine  of  wealth, 
And  the  ores  it  yieldeth  are  vigour  and  health. 
So  water,  pure  water  for  mo,  for  me ! 
And  wine  for  the  tremulous  debauchee ! 

JFill  again  to  the  brim — again  to  the  brim  ! 
For  water  strengthens  life  and  limb  : 
To  the  days  of  the  aged  it  addeth  length, 
To  the  might  of  the  strong  it  addeth  strength  j 
It  freshens  the  heart  it  brightens  the  sight — 
'Tis  like  quaffing  a  goblet  of  morning  light. 
So  water,  I'll  drink  naught  but  thee, 
Thou  parent  of  health  and  energy  ! 
7 


74  ODES    AND   SONGS. 

"When  o'er  the  hills,  like  a  gladsome  brids, 

Morning  walks  forth  in  her  beauty's  pride. 

And  leading  a  band  of  laughing  hours, 

Brushes  the  dew  from  the  nodding  flowers, 

Oh  !  cheerily  then  my  voice  is  heard. 

Mingling  with  that  of  the  soaring  bird,  ^ 

Who  flingeth  abroad  his  matins  loud. 

As  he  freshens  his  wing  in  the  cold  grey  cloud. 

But  when  evening  has  quitted  her  sheltering  yew, 

Drowsily  flying,  and  weaving  anew, 

Her  dusky  meshes  o'er  land  and  sea, 

How  gentlyj  oh  !  Sleep,  fall  thy  poppies  on  me  ! 

For  I  drink  water,  pure,  cold  and  bright. 

And  ray  dreams  are  of  heaven  the  live  long  night. 

So,  hurrah  for  thee,  water,  hurrah,  hurrah! 

Thou  art  silver  and  gold,  thou  art  ribbon  and  star, 

Hurrah  for  bright  water !  hurrah  !  hurrah ! 

E.  Jolmson. 


SONG. 
BELSHAZZAR  IS  KING. 

BELSHAZZAR  is  King,  Belshazzar  is  Lord  ; 
A  thousand  dark  nobles  all  bend  at  his  board  ; 
Fruits  glisten,  flowers  blossom,  meats  steam,  and  a  flood 
Of  the  vine  that  man  loveth  runs  redder  than  blood. 
Gay  dances  are  there,  and  a  riot  of  mirth, 
And  the  beauty  that  maddens  the  passions  of  earth  ; 
And  the  crowd  all  shout,  'till  the  vast  roof  rings. 
All  praise  to  Belshazzar,  Belshazzar  the  King. 
Bring  forth,  cries  the  monarch,  the  vessels  of  gold. 
Which  my  father  tore  down  from  the  temple  of  old  ; 
Bring  forth,  and  we'll  drink,  while  the  trumpet  is  blown, 
To  gods  of  bright  silver,  of  gold  and  of  stone  : 
Bring  forth — and  before  him  the  vessels  all  shine. 
And  he  bows  unto  Baal  and  drinks  the  dank  wine  : 
While  the  trumpet's  bray  and  tlie  cymbals  ring. 
Praise  to  Belshazzar,  Belshazzar  the  King. 


A= 


ODES   AND    SONGS.  75 

Now  what  Cometh  ?  look  !  look !  without  menace  or  call. 
Who  writes  with  his  lightning's  bright  hand  on  the  wall? 
What  pierceth  the  king,  like  the  point  of  a  dart  ? 
What  drives  the  cold  blood  from  his  cheek  to  his  heart? 
Chaldeans,  Magicians,  the  letters  expound, 
They  are  read,  and  Belshazzar  is  dead  on  the  ground ; 
Hark  !  the  Persians  come  on  a  conqueror's  wing, 
And  a  Mede's  on  the  throne  of  Belshazzar  the  King. 

SONG. 
AND  ARE  YE  SURE  THE  NEWS  IS  TRUE. 

Tune. — "  There's  nae  luck  about  the  house" 
ND  are  ye  sure  the  news  is  true, 
And  are  ye  sure  he's  sign'd  ? 
I  can't  believe  the  joyful  tale. 
And  leave  my  fears  behind. 
If  John  has  sign'd  and  drinks  no  more, 

The  happiest  wife  am  I 
That  ever  swept  a  cottage  hearth, 
Or  sung  a  lullaby  ! 

For  there's  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

There's  nae  luck  at  a' 
And  ganes  the  comfort  o'  the  house, 
Since  he  to  drink  did  fa' ! 
Whose  eye  so  kind,  whose  hand  so  strong, 

Whose  love  so  true  will  shine, 
If  he  have  bent  his  heart  and  hand 

The  total  pledge  to  sign. 
But  what  puts  breaking  in  my  head  ? 

I  trust  he'll  taste  no  more ; 
3e  still,  be  still,  my  beating  heart, 
Hark  !  hark !  he's  at  the  door  ! 

For  there's  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

There's  been  nae  luck  at  a', 
And  ganes  the  comfort  o'  the  house, 
Since  he  to  drjnk  did  fa' ! 


76  ODES    AND    SON08. 

And  blessings  on  the  helping  hands 

That  send  him  back  to  me, 
Haste,  haste,  ye  little  ones,  and  run. 

Your  father's  face  to  see. 
And  are  you  sure,  my  John,  you've  sign'd  ? 

And  are  you  sure  His  past  ? 
Then  mine's  the  happiest,  brightest  home 
Ontemp'rance  shores  at  last ! 

There's  been  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

But  now  'tis  comfort  a' ! 
And  heaven  preserve  my  ain  gudeman, 
That  he  may  never  fa' !" 


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SONG. 
THE  STREAMLET'S  MUSIC. 
RYSTAL  Streamlet !  gently  flowing, 


O'er  the  pebble-cover'd  bed  ; 
Where  the  water  lily  growing. 

Rears  it  bloom  adorned  head. 
Lightly  dance  thy  waters  on. 

Glistening  in  the  sunny  beam  ; 
Murmuring  a  pleasing  song  ; 

Sweet  thy  music,  gentle  stream. 
It  tells  of  joy,  and  peace  serene, 

Happy  homes  and  smiling  faces ; 
And  all  the  fair  domestic  scene. 

Haunt  of  gentlest  loves  and  graces. 
It  tells  of  reason,  lucid,  free, 

Passion,  noble,  pure,  refin'd, 
In  bonds  of  social  harmony 

Interweaving  all  mankind. 
And  then  it  plays  a  higher  part, 

And  tells  of  Him  who  bid  theo  flow  ; 
Who  form'd  the  flowers,  with  curious  art, 

That  on  thy  grassy  margin  grow . 


ODES    ANB    SONGS.  77 

Then  crystal  stream  !  I'll  blythly  roam, 
Companion  of  thy  thoughtful  nymph  ; 

On  thy  green  bank  I'll  build  my  home, 
And  quaff  thy  pure  and  sparkling  lymph. 


SONG. 
BE  DAYS  OF  DRINKING  WINE  FORGOT. 

Air. — "  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

BE  days  of  drinking  wine  forgot ; 
Let  water  goblets  shine  ; 
And  from  your  memory  ever  blot 

The  days  of  drinking  wine  : 
Those  days  of  drinking  wine,  my  friend, 

Those  days  of  drinking  wine  ; 
A  temperance  hour  is  worth  a  power 
Of  days  of  drinking  wine  I 

We  twa  have  quafPd  to  days  long  past 

Bright  juices  of  the  vine  ; 
But  let  us  from  our  memories  cast 

Those  customs  of  "  lang  syne  :" 
Bad  customs  of  "  lang  syne,"  my  friend, 

Bad  customs  of  "  lang  syne  ; 
Our  temperance  age  must  blot  the  page 

Of  customs  of  "  lang  syne." 

We  twa  can  meet  as  friends  should  meet ; 

We  twa  together  dine  ; 
Our  bev'rage  quaff  from  fountains  sweet, 

And  ne'er  regret  the  wine. 
At  temperance's  shrine,  my  friend,  my  friend, 

We're  pledged  at  her  fair  shrine ; 
And  hold  her  cause  above  the  laws 

And  customs  of  "  lang  syne." 


>?S  QDES    AND   SONGS. 

ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY. 

WHO  ARE  THE  BRAVE? 

WHO  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not — 
The  mighty  men  of  Bunker-hill  ? 
Our  sires  ! — who'd  shrink,  if  they  did  not, 

Their  country's  glory  to  fulfil  ? 
Who  are  the  free,  if  we  are  not, 

Their  sons  !— O  God  !  of  all  thy  earth 
Seest  thou  this  day  one  blessed  spot 

As  free  as  that  which  gave  us  birth  ? 
Who  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not — 

The  men  who  woke  the  strife  again  ? 
And  wiped  away  the  drunkard's  blot, 

And  dashed  to  earth  his  cruel  chain  I 
Who  are  the  free,  if  we  are  not, 

Who  will  no  longer  garlands  twine 
Around  the  cup,  nor  cast  our  lot 

With  those  that  tarry  at  the  wine  .' 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  and  who  will  not — 

In  all  that  heaven  has  done  for  man .' 
If  slaves  of  drink  refuse,  yet  what 

Prevents  the  free,  who  truly  can  ? 
For  what  to  us  is  habit's  power, 

And  what  the  sparkling  tempter's  bite  ? 
Who's  here,  who  triumphs  not  this  hour, 

In  temperance  and  in  freedom's  might  ? 

W.  B.  Tappan. 

ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY. 
OUR  COUNTRY'S  BANNERS  PLAY. 

OUR  country's  banners  play, 
On  this  her  natal  day 
With  every  breeze ; 
Her  happy  millions  throng. 
With  joy,  and  feast  and  song, 
And  gladness  wakes  aiopg 
Her  farthest  s   .s  : 


ODES    AND   SONQB.  79 

But  list,  that  wo-waked  note  I 
Its  echoes  onward  float, 

Like  tempest's  sound  : 
Of  death — despair  it  tells  I 
It  nearer,  deeper  swells, 
As  'twere  some  demon's  yells, 

In  darkness  bound. 

On  to  the  battle  field  ! 

Grasp  virtue's  sword  and  shield  ; 

Contend  like  men ; 
Quail  not  when  demons  shriek  : 
Let  terror  blanch  no  cheek  ! 
Bid  freedom's  watchword  speak 

From  mount  and  glen  ! 

Here  at  her  altar  swear 
Your  country's  ark  to  tear 

From  despot's  hand  : 
Midst  drunkard  hosts  be  brave — • 
Your  holy  birthright  save  ! 
Roll  back  that  hellish  wave 

Which  sweeps  the  land  ' 


SONG. 
LIFT  NOT  THE  WINE-CUP. 

Look  nvt  thou  upon  the  wine  when  it  is  red. — proverbs. 

O!  soft  sleep  the  hills  in  their  sunny  repose, 
In  the  lands  of  the  south  where  the  vine  gaily  grows; 
And  blithesome  the  hearts  of  the  vintagers  be. 
In  the  gf  ape  purple  vales,  in  the  Isles  of  the  sea  : 

And  fair  is  the  wine  when  its  splendor  is  poured 
'Mid  silver  and  gold  round  the  festival  board, 

When  the  magic  of  music  awakes  in  its  power. 
And  wit  gilds  the  fast  falling  sands  of  the  hour : 


so  ODES    AND    SONGS. 

Yet  lift  not  the  wine-cup,  though  pleasure  may  swim 
'Mid  the  bubbles  that  flash  round  its  roseate  brim ; 

For  dark  in  the  depths  of  the  fountain  below, 
Lurk  the  sirens  that  lure  to  the  vortex  of  wo. 

They  have  led  the  gay  spirit  of  childhood  astray, 
While  it  dreamed  not  of  wiles  on  its  radiant  way  ; 

And  the  soft  cheek  of  beauty  they've  paled  in  its  bloom, 
And  quenched  her  bright  eyes  in  the  damps  of  the 
tomb. 

They  have  torn  the  live  wreath  from  the  brow  of  tii3 
brave, 

And  changed  his  proud  heart  to  the  heart  of  a  slave  ; 
And  e'en  the  fair  fame  of  the  good  and  the  just, 

With  the  grey  hairs  of  age,  they  have  trod  to  the  dust. 

Then  lift  not  the  wine-cup,  though  pleasure  may  swim 
Like  an  angel  of  light  round  its  roseate  brim  : 

For  dark  in  the  depths  of  the  fountain  below. 
Lurk  the  sirens  that  lure  to  the  vortex  of  wo. 


SONG  FOR  NEW  YEAR. 

SONS  OF  FREEDOM,  ALL  REJOICE! 

"AIL  !  The  New  Year  Jubilee, 
Hail !  Our  nation  still  is  free  I 
Raise  we  all  our  cheerful  voice. 
And  in  thankful  songs  rejoice  ; 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord. 
Praise  we  now  our  common  Lord. 

May  we  not  our  joys  express  ? 

While  heav'n  deigns  our  land  to  bless, 

Guards  our  rights,  prolongs  our  days, 

God  is  worthy  of  all  praise. 
Let  us  praise  ;  for  it  is  meet, 
Pay  our  homage  at  his  feet. 


ODES    AND    SONGS. 

Sons  of  freedom,  all  rejoice  I 
We  again  lift  up  our  voice, 
Make  the  upper  regions  ring 
With  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
All  united,  we  agree, 
Hail !  The  New  Year  Jubilee. 
Sing  aloud  !  'tis  heaven's  due. 
Sing  we  in  the  spirit  too. 
Lo  !  our  country  still  is  free, 
May  she  thus  for  ever  be ! 
May  her  youthful  patriots,  we, 
Hail  our  nation's  Jubilee. 

From  our  foes  we  will  not  fly, 
Watch  !  for  enemies  are  nigh  5 
Moral  evils  wait  around. 
And  alarming  they  are  found ; 
Rum's  foul  spirit  leads  the  van, 
f  Jim  to  conquer,  on — we  can  ! 
We  our  country's  future  stay. 
Let  us  walk  in  wisdom's  way, 
Early  seek  and  find  the  Lord, 
Live  according  to  his  word. 
Thus  we  gain  a  heav'n  of  love. 
Sing  a  Jubilee  above. 


ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY 
ON  THIS  JOYOUS  DAY. 

Air — "  Star  Spangled  Banner. ^^ 

ON  this  joyous  day,  while  the  rmnon's  lou,d  voice, 
From  every  green  hill  top,like  thunder  is  breaking; 
And  music's  soft  strains  upon  ocean  and  shore, 
In  each  throbbing  bosom  fresh  ardor  is  waking, 


:32  ODES    AND    SONOS. 

There  comes  o'er  the  hills  a  discordant  strain, 
Proclaiming,  oppression  exulteth  again  ; 
It  fills  every  zephyr  ;  is  borne  on  each  gale, 
Bespeaking  the  widow's  and  orphan's  sad  wail. 

'Rouse  freemen,  arouse,  for  action  prepare, 

Rush  forth  to  retrieve  your  fond  homes  from  invasion  j 

Your  breasts  as  of  yore,  to  the  battle  make  bare  ; 

But  conquer  by  power  of  moral  persuasion, 

With  manly  resolve,  let  each  one  declare, 

The  yoke  of  intemperance,  he  never  will  bear  ; 

Fling  out  the  white  flag,  let  it  float  in  the  gale, 

'Till  temperance,  all  over  our  land  shall  prevail. 

See  parents  unite,  and  children  combine, 
To  wipe  off" the  scourge  that  degrades  our  fair  nation; 
Their  "  lives,  sacred  honor,  and  fortunes,"  resign, 
To  rescue  their  country  from  base  degradation. 
Devotion's  pure  streams,  incessantly  rise. 
From  woman's  kind  bosom,  to  God  in  the  skies  ; 
To  lead  on  to  conquest,  the  hosts  of  the  free, 
And  save  the  "  asylum,  of  sweet  liberty." 

Our  cause  still  goes  on,  we'll  be  undismayed  ; 

The  fountains  of  mis'ry  will  soon  cease  their  flowing. 

While  Heaven  directs  us,  we'll  not  be  afraid, 

For  cold  water  armies  to  millions  are  growing  : 

In  Israel's  God,  we'll  still  put  our  trust, 

And  boldly  march  onward  ;  "  our  cause  it  is  just ;" 

Soon  the  white  flag  of  temperance  "  in  triumph  shall 

wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  brave." 

G.  W.  M. 


ODES    AND   SONGS.  83 

NATIONAL  ODE. 

Written  on  a  couch  of  sickness,  by  J.  S.  Buckingham. 
HAIL!  DAY  OF  JOY. 

HAIL  !  day  of  joy  !  whose  fflad  return 
Hears  a  united  nation's  voice — 
"  In  thoughts  that  breathe,  and  words  that  burnj" 

Bid  millions  of  free  hearts  i-ejoice. 
«'  V/ho  is  the  tyrant? — who  the  slave?" 

A  thousand  anxious  voices  cry — 
Alas  !  the  tenants  of  the  grave, 

Could  they  but  rise,  might  best  reply.    - 
The  tyrant  is — Destroying  Drink — 

Who  chains  his  slaves  in  links  of  fire ; 
The  slave  is  he  whose  manhood  sinks 

Beneath  his  withering  sceptre  dire. 
This  tyrant  carries  in  his  train 

Each  baleful  passion's  poisonous  breath — 
Crime,  Misery,  Want,  Despair,  and  Pain, 

Disease,  Insanity,  and  Death. 
Will  they  who  love  their  native  land, 

See  such  a  tyrant's  rule  upborne, 
Nor  stretch  at  once  their  patriot  hand, 

To  hurl  him  from  his  despot  throne  ? 
It  cannot  be ! — Man's  nobler  part 

Yearns  for  his  fellow-suifering  man — 
Haste,  then,  each  patriot — Christian  heart, 

The  revolution  is  begun  ! 
O  !  for  a  Washington's  pure  name, 

A  Franklin's  mind — a  Hancock's  zeal, 
A  Henry's  eloquence — whose  flame 

Should  kindle,  in  their  country's  weal. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  glowing  tongues, 

To  form,  to-day,  a  sacred  band, 
In  every  hall  to  bid  their  songs 

Swell  high  for  temperance  through  tlio  land. 


84  ODES  AND  SO^fflE. 

SONG. 
THE  DRUNKARD'S  GRAVE. 

I  SAW  a  youtli  in  his  father's  hall, 
Whose  joy-lit  eye  and  aspect  gay 
Show'd  a  heart  yet  free  from  passion's  thrall- 
Light  as  the  billowy  ocean's  spray  : 

Generous,  virtuous,  fair,  and  brave, 
Yet  he  fills  a  drunkard^s  grave. 

1  saw  by  the  midnight  taper's  gleam, 

A  tireless  student,  pensive,  pore 
O'er  hist'ry's  page,  or  some  noble  theme, 
That  poets  have  sung  in  classic  lore. 

Yet  the  green  willow  doth  o'er  him  wave . 
Alas  I — he  sleeps  in  the  drunkard's  grave. 

I  saw  an  old  man,  wliose  locks  were  grey, 
Silver'd  by  care  and  the  length  of  years; 
Unmoved  by  these  signs  of  speedy  decay. 
And  by  his  children's  frequent  tears. 

Ah !  they  may  weep,  but  cannot  save 
That  erring  man  from  a  drunkard^s  grave. 

The  young,  the  old,  and  the  brave  are  there, 
The  proud  and  the  humble  together  sleep  ; 
The  father,  caught  by  intemperance'  snare; 
And  his  son,  who  once  could  o'er  him  weep. 
The  rich — the  poor — the  free — the  slave, 
Go  alike  to  the  drunkard's  grave. 


SONG. 

THEY  SAY  THE  GOBLET'S  CROWNED  WITH 
FLOWERS 

THEY  say  the  goblet's  crown'd  with  flowers, 
And  round  its  brim  do  brightly  shine, 
Like  gems,  remember'd  joys  and  hours, 
The  treasures  of  immortal  wine. 


ODES    AN1>   SONGS.  S5 

We  know  the  cup  is  wreathed  with  plants, 

More  deadly  than  the  Upas-tree  ; 
Its  richest  recollection  haunts, 

The  soul  with  all  that  misery. 

They  say  the  draught  has  potent  spell, 
To  wean  the  thought  from  ills  away ; 

And  raise  the  drooping  one  to  dwell 
Where  dreary  night  is  chang'd  to  day. 

We  deem  the  wretch  may  never  know, 

The  meaning  of  unmix'd  despair. 
Till  tempted  by  his  bitt'rest  foe, 

He  seeks  the  cup  and  finds  it  there. 

Some  vow  in  unextinguished  hate, 

With  Alcohol  no  terms  to  hold ; 
"  From  all  that  can  intoxicate," 

We  write  upon  our  banners  fold. 

For  we,  the  sons  have  marshalled  strong. 
On  fields,  that  bear  our  father's  name ; 

Their  glorious  dust  gives  back  the  song. 
Once  more  of  freedom  and  of  fame. 


SONG  OF  THE  MECHANICS. 

^HALL  the  bone  and  muscle  heaven 
^  Lent  us,  shall  subduing  skill 
To  an  enemy  be  given  ? 

Shall  the  red  wine  triumph  still  ? 
Each  of  us,  around  whose  dwelling, 

Labor's  ample  blessings  flow. 
Feels  his  manly  bosom  swelling 

With  indignant  answer.     No ! 

Raging  drink  !  thoul't  not  enslave  us  ; 

Sparkling  bowl !  thou  now  art  dim  ; 
Angel  temperance  stoops  to  save  us 

From  the  death  within  thy  brim. 


ODES    AND   SONGS. 

Save  us.     Yes  though  we  were  spell  bound, 

Fixed  in  very  sight  of  wo, 
Yet  the  Pledge  shall  free  the  hell  bound  ; 

Will  we  wear  those  shackles  ?     No. 

From  the  floods'  o'erwhelming  power. 

We  unto  this  ark  have  fled ;  "* 

Whence  we  gaze  in  safety's  hour 

On  the  dying  and  the  dead. 
Now,  of  God,  earths  sons  and  daughters, 

As  on  high  he  sets  his  bow, 
Ask  if  shall  return  those  waters  ? 

And  Jehovah  answers.     No  I 

W.  B.  Tappa& 


SONG. 
PREPARE  FOR  THE  BATTLE. 

PREPARE  for  the  battle,  attend  to  the  sound, 
The  call  that  earth's  vallies  and  mountains  resound, 
Where  the  foe  with  his  deeds  of  destruction  are  found, 

Go  ye  forth  to  the  help  of  the  Lord. 
He  will  order  the  battle,  who  calls  from  afar, 
Sons  and  daughters  unskilled  in  the  tactics  of  war, 
But  His  banner  above  them.  His  soldiers  they  are, 
And  safe  in  the  power  of  His  sword. 

Then  sound  the  loud  trumpet  ye  watchmen  in  Zion, 
Till  the  drunkard  whose  chains  far  more  cruel  than  iron 
Shall  flee  from  the  snares  of  the  prey-seeking  lion. 

Who  in  alcohol  has  such  sure  hold. 
Oh  entreat  him  to  come  to  our  happy  retreat, 
Where  Israel's  shepherd  does  often  times  meet, 
And  stay  with  His  mercy  the  wanderer's  feet, 

Till  fixed  in  His  own  sacred  fold. 


ojD£s  and  songs,  87 

THE  FIREMAN'S  SONG. 

OH  !  is  there  not  now  any  fireman's  song, 
I  think  it  a  pity  they're  neglected  so  long,     \ 
For  wherever,  wherever,  wherever  they  be, 
They're  always  true-hearted,  merry  and  free. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away. 
Engines  now,  drag  away. 
Off  with  your  hose,  and  play  away. 

When  fire  is  called,  and  the  bells  loud  ring, 
Let  every  one  to  his  engine  spring, 
Let  it  rain,  hail,  snow,  or  blow, 
There's  not  one  among  us  that  will  be  slow. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away,  &c. 

And  now  to  a  fire  how  nimbly  we  trip. 
And  then  up  a  ladder  how  nimbly  we  skip. 
While  some  at  the  arms  are  working  away, 
Which  causes  the  water  swiftly  to  play, 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away,  &,c. 

To  keep  the  cold  out,  and  prevent  its  striking  in. 
Some  will  drink  brandy  and  some  will  drink  gin, 
With  a  piece  of  bread  and  a  slice  of  ham. 
Cold  water  and  coffee  is  our  best  dram. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away,  &c. 

Now  here  is  a  health  to  firemen  all. 
May  they  always  be  ready  t'  attend  their  call, 
And  wherever,  wherever,  wherever  they  be, 
At  the  last  great  alarm  may  they  all  ready  be,, 

Ding,  dong,  bang  away. 

Engines  now,  drag  away. 
Off  with  your  hose,  and  play  away. 


ODES    AND    SONGS. 

THE  TEMPERANCE  FIREMAN. 

BY  A.   BENSEIi. 


W^ 


'HEN  in  the  night 
The  skies  grow  bright, 
With  the  flames  of  the  poor  man's  dwelling. 
The  Fireman  springs. 
As  the  Hall  Bell  rings. 
The  burning  District  telling, 
Hark  !  the  cry,  Fire  !  Fire  ! 
As  the  flames  rise  higher, 
'    The  gallant  Firemen  fly, 

At  the  sleep-dispelling  cry, 
Fire  !  Fire  !  Fire  !  Fire  ! 
And  we'll  dash  on  water  till  the  flames  expire. 

See, — the  last  gleam 
Of  the  burning  beam 
Dies,  and  the  danger  is  over ; 
The  fireman  goes 
To  his  sweet  repose, 
From  his  toil  and  fatigue  to  recover, 
Till  the  cry.  Fire !  Fire  I 
Shall  again  require 
The  Fireman  to  fly 
At  the  sleep-dispelling  cry ! 
Fire!  Fire!  Fire!  Fire! 
And  we'll  dash  on  water  till  the  flames  expire. 

Thus  in  the  height 
Of  his  drunken  plight. 
If  the  tippler  falls  in  the  gutter. 
The  Fireman  kind. 
Who  the  pledge  has  sign'd, 
Plies  him  with  good  Cold  Water  ; 
He  puts  out  Rum's  fire. 
Drags  him  out  of  the  mire. 
Nor  leaves  him  there  to  die 
'Neath  the  cold  and  stormy  sky — 
On  Rum's  curst  fire. 
He  pours  cold  water  till  the  flames  expire. 


WASHINGTON    SONGS.  89 

Honor  and  Fame 

To  the  Fireman's  name 
Who  has  join'd  the  Temperance  banner ! 

We'll  give  him  praise 

In  our  sweetest  lays 
And  our  loudest  shouts  of  hosannah ; 

For  he  fearless  goes, 

'Mid  the  wint'ry  snows 
1  And  Summer's  sultry  heat, 

Rum  and  flames  both  to  meet — 

Fire!  Fire!  Fire!  Fire! 
And  he'll  dash  on  water  till  both  Rum  and  flames  ex- 
pire. 


SONGS  FOR  THE  WASHINGTON  TEMPERANCE  SOCIETIES. 


HOPE  FOR  ALL. 

At  a  temperance  meeting  in  New- York,  while  one  of  the 
reformed  inebriates  from  Baltimore  was  relating  his  experi- 
ence an  intoxicated  man  cried  out  with  despairing  tone, 
"  Can  any  thing  be  done  for  me  ?"  He  was  answered  in  the 
language  of  kindness  and  encouragement,  invited  to  sign 
the  "pledge,"  and  is  now  reformed,  and  publicly  advo- 
cating the  Temperance  cause. — Olive  Leaf. 

CAN  any  thing  be  done  for  thee  ? 
Yes,  brother,  "  look  on  us  !" 
Robbed  by  Intemperance  once  were  we, 
And  fallen  'neath  its  curse. 

The  "  priest"  for  drunkards  found  r.o  prayer, 

But  turned  away,  and  sighed ; 
The  "  Levite,"  with  contemptuous  air, 

"  Passed  by,  the  other  side !" 

But  while  in  filth  and  wounds  we  lay. 

Most  low,  of  fallen  man  ! 
As  sent  by  Heaven,  there  passed  that  way 

"  The  good  Samaritan." 


90  WASHIWGTOIf  SONGS. 

He  saw,  and  felt  compassion  move, 

At  every  loathsome  wound ; 
And  kindness  poured  its  oil — and  love 

Food,  clothes,  and  shelter  found. 

We  live  again !  and  stand  as  me7i. 

To  tell  from  whence  we  came ; 
To  rescue  such  as  we  have  been, 

In  our  Deliverer's  name. 

Come  then  with  us,  and  get  thee  good. 
Thank  Heaven !  there's  hope  to-day ; 

Come,  brother,  we  have  tried  the  road. 
Our  feet  shall  lead  the  way. 

We  ask  thee  but  this  pledge  to  sign ! 

For  now  our  eyes  can  see, 
That  blessings  richer  far  than  wine^ 

It  pledges  back  to  thee.  E.  C.  S 


SONG. 

WRITTEN    FOR    THE    WASHINGTON  TEMPERANCE    SOCI' 
ETY,  HARRISBURG,  PA. 

AiR, — "  Rosin  the  Bow." 

COME  join  in  our  Temperance  army, 
And  put  on  the  Washington  badge ; 
I'm  sure  that  it  never  will  harm  you, 
To  give  in  your  names  to  the  pledge ! 

We've  done  with  our  days  of  carousing. 
Our  nightS  too  of  frolicksome  glee ; 

For  now  with  our  sober  minds  choosing. 
We've  pledged  ourselves  never  to  spree  I 

They  call  us  old  broken  down  topers; 

And  they  may  say  just  what  they  will ; 
But  once  we  were  very  good  loafers, 

When  our  money  went  into  their  till ! 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  91 

But  we've  broken  the  charm  of  their  glasses. 

And  mended  the  joys  of  our  home ; 
Our  wives  and  our  little  ones'  faces 

Wear  a  gladness  instead  of  a  gloom. 

Our  garments  are  sound  now  and  decent ; 

Our  pockets  with  money  are  lin'd ! 
Our  friends,  when  they  meet  us,  are  pleasant, 

And  even  the  Ladies  look  kind ! 

We've  launch'd  out  a  Cold  Water  Frigate, 
And  call'd  it  the  Temperance  Ship  ; 

And  invite  you  to  help  us  to  rig  it, 
And  join  in  our  te-total  trip  ! 

She's  fully  ensur'd  in  her  cruising. 

From  piracy,  shipwreck,  and  fire ; 
x\nd  you  may  be  sure  of  not  losing 

Your  wages  or  character  by  her. 

Her  crew  are  men  honest  and  hearty ; 

Her  cargo  is  plenty  and  peace ; 
Come  join  then  our  te-total  party, 

And  all  your  old  sorrows  will  cease. 

We're  bound  for  a  haven  of  gladness, 
And  all  the  world's  joining  our  crew ; 

I'm  sure  then  'tis  folly  and  madness. 
If  you'll  not  embark  with  us  too ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Washington  banner, 
That  floats  o'er  our  Temperance  ship  ! 

Come  on  then,  ye  Hearties,  and  man  her, 
And  take  a  long  te-total  trip  ! ! 


WASHiJVGTOJV  SONGS. 


DASH  DOWN  THE  CUP. 


BY  C.  H.  EATON. 


f^ASH dow7i  the  cup! — drink  not  the  draught, 
J^  Whose  baneful  influence  here, 
So  oft  hath  chilled  thy  youthful  pulse, 
And  made  existence  fear. 

When  the  damp  fingers  of  disease, 

Which  genei-ated  here, 
Were  placed  about  thy  fever'd  brow. 

Where  pity  dropp'd  a  tear ; 

When  censure,  breathed  from  menial  lips, 

Subdued  thy  haughty  mind ; 
When  pride  was  levelled  to  the  dust, 

And  fettered  hopes  were  blind ; 

When  the  bright  lamp  of  fame  was  dimm'< 

And  flickering  in  its  ray. 
When  freinds  forsook  thee  in  that  hour. 

What  was  thy  soul's  dismay  ? 

Canst  thou,  who'st  felt  the  agony 

Which  that  stern  power  can  give. 
When  pent  within  its  cankered  toils, 

Where  guilt  alone  must  live. 

Retrace  thy  path  of  misery. 

But  to  renew  the  pang. 
Which  levelled  round  thy  ruined  shrine, 

Where  erst  sweet  pseans  rang  ? 

Bind  not  with  poison  leaves  thy  brow. 

The  festering  wreath  will  be 
The  gloomy  emblem  of  thy  fate, 

Of  hell-fraught  life  to  thee. 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  93 


A  HALLELUJAH. 


HALLELUJAH  !  we  sing  to  the  Saviour  of  man. 
Whose  smile  has  attended  the  abstinence  plan. 
Whose  blessing  has  sayed  the  drunkard  from  death. 
And  brought  him  to  walk  in  the  temperance  path. 

Hallelujah  !  we  sing  for  the  mercies  bcstow'd. 
In  leading  the  wretches  to  peace  and  to  God, 
And  saving  lost  drunkards  from  ruin  and  woe. 
And  making  them  blessings  wherever  they  go. 

Hallelujah !  we  sing,  let  God  be  adored, 
For  dwellings  of  sorrow  to  comfort  restored ; 
Where  the  drunkard  once  dwelt,  the  graces  now  reign, 
And  the  motto  of  each,  and  of  all  is  abstain. 

Hallelujah !  we'll  sing  as  the  watchword  we  give, 
Hallelujah !  we'll  sing  so  long  as  we.  live. 
Hallelujah  !  to  Jesus,  the  Saviour  of  men ; — 
Hallelujah  !  be  sung  by  all  who  abstain. 


THE  SAVING  PLEDGE. 

BY  J.  C.   SLOAT. 

NO  more  the  sparkling  glass  invites, 
It  hath  no  charm  for  me  ; 
The  spell  that  bound  me  with  delight 
Is  broken,  and  I'm  free. 

It  lur'd  mc  from  my  happy  home, 

It  fill'd  my  heart  with  woe ; 
It  made  me  wretched  and  forlorn, 

A  wanderer  to  and  fro. 

A  beam  of  light  broke  on  my  mind, 

Why  was  I  thus  distress'd  ? 
What  power  on  earth  the  will  can  bind  ? 

By  whom  wa?  i  oppre^'^'J;' 


94  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 

Ay,  now  I  see  my  deadly  foe-^ 
His  hideous  form  appears  : 

He  lurks  within  the  pois'nous  bowl, 
'Mid  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears. 

The  poison'd  chalice  to  my  lips 
Shall  ne'er  again  be  rais'd ; 

The  Pledge  I'll  ever,  keep, 
For  by  the  Pledge  I'm  sav'd ! 


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SONG  OF  THE  WASHINGTONIANS. 
Tune.—"  Hail  to  the  Chief."   "     - .. 

PLEDGE  for  the  chieftain  immortal  in  story, 
Honor'd  and  bless'd  be  our  Washington's  name ; 
Sons  of  the  sires  whom  his  sword  led  to  glory, 
The  longer  we  flourish  the  broader  his  fame 
Pledge  ev'ry  hand  and  heart 
Pledge  never  more  to  part. 
True  to  the  bond  that  unites  us  in  one : 
Let  every  mother's  son 
Shout  for  our  Washington, 
"  On,  brothers,  on,  till  the  battle  is  done." 

Ours  is  no  summer-pledge,  gone  with  the  fountains. 
That  gush  from  the  heart,  while  the  tide-feeling 
flows : 
Firm  shall  it  stand,  as  the  rock  seated  mountains. 
Stainless  our  faith  as  the  ever-white  snows ; 
Widow  and  orphan  child. 
Wailing  in  accents  wild, 
Beckon  us  onward,  and  point  to  their  woe; 
Let  ev'ry  Western  glen, 
Ring  to  our  shout  again, 
On,  brothers,  on,  till  their  tears  cease  to  flow. 

Vainly  our  tyrants  and  tempters  would  chain  us, 
Toiling  like  slaves,  while  they  gather  our  sfail^j; 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  95 

Vainly  they'll  seek  by  their  poisons  to  tame  us, 
Pledge-bound  to  freedom,  we  scorn  their  vile  pains. 

Grog-shop,  or  grog-lwtel ! 

Where'er  the  bane  they  sell. 
In  hovel  or  palace,  the  pest  is  the  same; 

Vainly  the  sordid  crew 

Long  for  ottr  gold  anew. 
Cursing  our  pledge  as  the  cause  of  their  shame. 

Warm  glows  the  hearth,  and  the  wife  smiles  beside  it ; 

Night  lacks  her  gloom  and  the  winter  his  cold, 
0,  the  sweet  prattling  babe — let  the  miser  deride  it: 
Mine  be  the  hearth-stone,  and  his  be  the  gold. 
0  !  that  our  noble  cause — 
Health  of  our  land  and  laws, 
!5'i  Wide  may  prevail,  till  the  curse  is  no  more, 
Till  prairie  and  land  and  glen. 
Send  us  their  loud  Amen, 
God  bless  our  country  from  centre  to  shore. 

Western  Morning  Star. 


WHAT  WILL  I  DRINK. 

WHAT  will  I  drink  ?"  Not  that  which  burns 
The  body,  and  to  madness  turns 
The  mind,  and  bids  for  e'er  depart 
The  kind  emotions  of  the  heart ! 

"  What  \yill  I  drink  ?"     Not  that  which  bears 

Beneath  its  surface  woman's  tears. 

And  penury,  and  years  of  pain, 

And  restless  nights,  and  fev'rish  brain 

"  What  will  I  drink  ?"     Why,  to  me  bring 
The  crystal  water  from  the  spring — 
The  liquid  that  the  earth  gives  up 
To  fill  the  thirsty  drinker's  cup. 

VVaehingtca  CompiJei-. 


9G  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 


AN  INVITATION  TO  TE-TOTALISM. 

DELAY  not,  delay  not — 0  drunkard  draw  near, 
The  pure  crystal  skeam  is  now  flowing  for  thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded— it  runs  cool  and  clear ; 
To  thee  it  is  ofler'd,  for  thee  i**s  free. 

Delay  not  an  hour — why  longer  abuse 

Thy  mental  and  physical  powers  with  wine  ? 

The  fountain  is  open — 0  canst  thou  refuse, 

When  Ijealth  bids  thee  wfekoine,  to  bow  at  her  shrine : 

Delay  not  a  moment — for  near  is  the  day 

In  which  the  steeled  rum-seller's  business  wi 

On  the  health  and  the  pockets  of  tipplers  to  p 
Or  to  rob  wives  and  children  of  comfort  and  j^; 

Delay  not,  delay  not— thy  tremulous  frame 
Will,  if  longer  abus'd,  fill  a  suicide's  grave : 

Be  a  man — leave  behind  thee  a  virtuous  fame — 

Embrace  Total  Abstinence — nought  else  will  save ! 

Organ. 


TEMPERANCir  SONG. 

Tune. — "  School  Master."' 

RAISE  your  banner  high  in  air, 
Write  Cold  Water — write  it  there ; 
Let  its  folds  be  wide  unfurl'd, 
Let  it  float  o'er  all  the  world — 
Temperance  banner — raise  it  high. 
Let  it  wave  against  the  sky ! 

March,  Reformers,  march  ye  on, 

Soon  the  battle  will  be  won ; 

Soon  the  last  poor,  staggering  soul. 
Will  have  turned — or  found  his  goal : 

Press,  Reformers,  press  ye  on   - 

Cease  not,  till  the  battle's  won ! 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  97 

See,  yon  star  is  rising  high ; 

Hope  is  beading  from  the  sky ; 
See,  yon  rainbow  bending  o'er 
Ireland's  lately  deluged  shore ; 

See,  her  star  is  rising  high — 

Hope  is  ben4ing  from  the  sky ! 

Raise  your  banner,  raise  it  high ; 
Let  it  float  against  the  sky ; 
Let  the  wdi^-adoring  see, 
Temperance — ^Truth — and  Liberty- 
Temperance  banner,  raise  it  high ; 
Let  it  float' 'against  the  sky  !  ^ 


t^^       "WE  WILL  BE  FflEE.l 

ON  to  the  conflict,  Ireemen  on  ! 
The  conquest  sha^be  ^urs ; 
The  victory  will  soon  be  won, 
Though  now  the  battle  lowers. 

The  monat^RuM,  must  now  be  slain ; 

His  mi^|ij§'  host  shall  fly ; 
No  longer  will  we  wear  his  chain ; 

We'll  conquer  or  ^ve'll  die. 

We've  served  his  purpose  far  too  long, 
We've  long  enough  been  slaves ; 

What  though  his  fetters  may  be  strong, 
They  shall  not  bind  our  graves. 

We'll  rally  'round  our  Freedom's  flag 
And  swear,  '  We  will  be  free ;' 

The  monster  from  his  throne  we'll  drag 
And  make  his  minions  flee. 

We  will  not  sell  ourselves  for  gold, 
Much  less  will  we  for  drink  • 

The  half  of  slavery  is  untold. 
If  still  the  slave  can  think. 


^  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 

Then  to  the  conflict,  Freemen,  on 
Our  foes — behold !  they  flee  ! 

The  victory  will  sooh  be  won ; 
We  shall,  we  shall  be  free  ! 


THE  WATER  KING. 

BY  HODG^i^^D,  ESQ. 

Tune. — "  Auld  Lang  Syne." 

WE'RE  soldiers  of  the  Water-King, 
His  laws  we  will  obey ; 
Virtue  and  health  are  his  reward — 
We  want  no  better  pay. 


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Then,  let  us  sing  the  Water-King, 
Good  soldiers,  one  and  all — 

Our  banners  to  the  breeze  we'll  fling, 
And  down  with  alcohol. 

We  boast  no  sword  or  glittering  spear ; 

Ours  is  a  bloodless  crown — 
A  purer,  brighter,  fairer  thing 

Than  conquerors  ever  won. 

Then,  let  us  sing,  &,c. 

Our  strength  is  in  the  living  spring — 

And  long  as  waters  run, " 
Or  grass  grows  green,  we're  pledged  to  keep 

Our  Temperance  armor  on. 

Then,  let  us  sing,  &c. 

What  though  the  Fire  King  mocks  our  hosts, 

As  great  Goliath  did, 
We've  temperance  Davids  in  our  ranks, 

Who'll  bring  away  his  head. 

Then,  let  us  sing,  &c- 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  9§ 


SONG  OF  JOHN  HAWKINS  AND  HIS 
COMRADES. 

BY  WM.   B.  TAPPAN. 

HURRAH  !  hurrah  !  we've  burst  the  chain : 
O  God !  how  long  it  bound  us  ! 
We  run !  we  leap !  O  God,  again 
Thy  light,  thy  air  surround  us. 
From  midnight's  dungeon-depth's  brought  out. 

We  hail  hope's  rising  star ; 
Ho,  comrades,  give  the  stirring  shout. 
Hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah  ! 

The  world  has  kissed  the  tyrant's  throne, 

The  Beast !  the  Man  of  Sin  ! 
"  Legion  ! "  "  Apollyon !"  better  known 

As  Brandy,  Beer,  or  Gin ! 
Rouse  up  at  Reason's  clarion  cry, 

We  go  to  holy  war. 
To  slay  the  dragon,  or  to  die  7 

Hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah  ! 

Hurrah !  hurrah  !  there's  joy  within, 

Where  all  before  was  woe, 
And  sunk  is  passion's  dreadful  din. 

And  crushed  for  aye's  the  foe. 
Yet  one  charge  more  in  glorious  strife, 

Stout  hearts  !  to  end  the  war ; 
'Tis  done — our  spoils  !  the  babes  !  the  wife  ! 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

PART  II. 

Debased  by  drink,  we'd  lost  the  sign 

Of  manhood,  God  imprest. 
The  open  face,  the  look  divine — 

To  show  what  He  had  blest. 


1 00  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 

Behold  !  erect !  with  honest  broWj 

Restored  to  Nature's  law — 
We're  men !  we're  men  !  heaven  knows  us  7iow 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  I 

Of  ten  men  cleansed  did  one  return 

To  bless  the  healing  hour  ? 
All  of  our  rescued  thousands  burn 

To  praise  redeeming  power. 
Come  .'  bless  God  now !  and  what  for  us 

He's  done — so  reads  the  law — 
We'll  eo  for  others  !  and  the  curse 

Root  out — hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 


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Tom  Moore  may  drug  the  golden  cup. 

With  costly  pearls  that  shine 
Bright  as  his  face  !  and  drink  them  up 

Dissolved  in  rosy  wine ; — 
In  undiluted  streams  we  dip 

Our  crystal  glasses — nor 
Refuse  the  pledge  will  Woman's  lip — 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  I 

Hurrah !  hurrah  !  hurrah ! 

O  God  !  how  long  it  bound  us ! 
We  run !  we  leap  !  O  God,  again 

Thy  light,  thy  air  surround  us. 
From  midnight's  dungeon-depths  brought  out. 

We  hail  hope's  rising  star ; 
Ho,  comrades !  give  the  stirring  shout. 

Hurrah !  hurrah !  hurrah ! 

Western  Morning  Star. 


THE  REFORMED  DRUNKARD'S  HOME. 

WHAT  pilgrim,  who  in  distant  climes 
Hath  oft  been  used  to  roam, 
Can  e'er  forget  the  happy  thrill 
With  which  he  greets  his  home  ? 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  101 

Home  ! — there  is  magic  in  that  word — 

There's  music  in  its  tone — 
What  memories  it  conjures  up 

To  cheer  us  when  alone  ! 

My  home  was  oft  deserted, 

And  thorns  and  briars  threw, 
A  blight  upon  the  fairest  flowers 

That  in  my  garden  grew. 

My  gentle  wife,  whom  not  a  breeze 

Had  rudely  touched  before. 
Soon  lost  the  beauty  and  the  grace 

She  once  so  sweetly  wore. 

The  prattlers  who,  in  thoughtless  sporty 

Once  climbed  upon  my  knee. 
Would  tremble  as  their  glistening  eye 

Fell  anxiously  on  me. 

Light  never  cheered  my  gloomy  heart, 

Save  when  the  maddening  bowl 
Flashed  with  its  lurid  lightning 
On  my  benighted  soul. 

But  now  I've  dashed  the  poisoned  cup 

Forever  from  my  lips. — 
And  now  I  drink  as  pure  a  stream 

As  fabled  goddess  sips. 

Hope  glimmers  through  the  parting  clouds. 

And  ere  my  course  is  run, 
The  bow  of  promise  fondly  smiles 

Around  life's  setting  sun. 

Home  once  again,  hath  found  the  charms 

It  always  used  to  wear — 
And  when  the  earth  looks  desolate 

I  turn  for  comfort  there. 

In  this  Bethesda  pool  of  love 

I  bathe  my  griefs  away, 
And  see  an  angel  present  there, 

Returning  day  by  day 


102  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 

DEFENCE  OF  FORT  TEMPERANCE. 

BY  F.  H.  ORNE. 

AiK. — "  Star  Spangled  Ba7inei\" 

OH  !  say,  can  you  see,  on  this  bright  dawing  day, 
What  so  proudly  we  hail,  all  these  efforts  so  cheer- 
ing 
The  demon  Intemp'rance  we're  driving  away. 
And  a  happier  dawn  to  mankind  is  appearing 
The  vict'ry  we'll  gain 
O'er  the  foe  that  has  slain 
As  millions  who  now  in  the  grave  low  are  lain ; 
Then  success  to  our  cause !    may  it  spread  far  and  wide, 
With  an  impulse  as  endless  as  Time's  rolling  tide ! 

Already  recede  from  the  force  of  our  arms, 
The  savage,  the  ruthless,  the  death-dealing  foe , 
Confusion,  defeat,  and  a  host  of  alarms, 
Attend  and  pursue  them  wherever  they  go. 

Then  on  to  the  fight  ! 

Ere  the  sun  sets  to-night, 
We  all  shall  have  cause  to  exult  in  our  might, 
Then  success  to  our  cause  !  may  it  spread  far  and  wide, 
With  an  impulse  as  endless  as  Time's  rolling  tide ! 

Pursue  them  with  sword,  and  pursue  them  with  fire, 
Lay  upon  the  foul  fiends  and  show  them  no  quarter ; 
We  will  make  of  their  remnants  a  vast  funeral  pyre 
That  shall  light  the  whole  earth,  from  the  field  of  their 
slaughter. 

No  trace  will  we  have 

For  mankind  to  receive 
Of  what  has  caused  thousands  of  thousands  to  grieve, 
Then  success  to  our  cause  !  may  it  spread  far  and  wide, 
With  an  impulse  as  endless  as  Time's  rolling  tide  ! 


WASHINGTON  SONGS.  103 


PARODY  ON  THE  STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER. 

OH,  say  can  you  see,  by  the  "  signs  of  the  times," 
That  men  are  reforming,  themselves  setting  free 
From  all  that  destroys  their  bodies  and  minds, 
Resolving  to  plant  a  new  Liberty  tree. 
Their  condition  no  more 
They  lament  and  deplore. 
Their  bondage  is  broken, 
Their  thraldom  is  o'er ; 
For  the  Temperance  Banner 
In  triumph  doth  wave 
O'er  the  heads  of  the  rescued, 
Pree  sons  of  the*brave. 

la  the  past  plainly  seen  thro'  the  midst  of  their  tears. 
Is  the  sorrow  and  anguish  and  pain  they  have  suffered. 
The  sad  loss  of  all  that  to  manhood  is  dear — 
The  time  when  no  kindness  or  sympathy  offered ! 
But  the  trial  is  past, 
Though  long  it  did  last. 
And  their  chains  and  their  bondage 
Far  from  them  they've  cast ; 
And  the  Temperance  Banner 
In  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  heads  of  the  rescued, 
Free  sons  of  the  brave. 

PART  II. 

Oh,  where  is  the  promise  that  alcohol  gave, 

To  place  its  poor  slave  above  sorrow  and  anguish ; 

Of  all  his  false  hopes,  not  one  now  remains, 

And  his  many  fair  dreams,  all,  all,  are  now  banished* 

His  promise  was  air, 

And  false  was  as  fair. 

And  again  them  to  offer 

He  never  will  dare. 


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104  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 

While  the  Temperance  Banner 
In  triumph  doth  wave, 
O'er  the  Jieads  of  the  rescued, 
Free  sons  of  the  brave. 

Thus  be  it  ever,  while  the  reform'd  shall  stand, 
Between  his  dread  foe  and  his  heart's  desolation ; 
Thus  happy  and  free  may  the  now  rescued  band 
Bless  the  power  that  brought  them  again  to  their  statioQ 
And  conquer  we  must, 
For  our  cause  is  most  just ; 
And  this  be  our  motto — 
In  God  let  us  trust ; 
And  the  Temperance  Banner 
For  ever  \\ill  ware 
O'er  the  heads  of  the  free, 
And  the  home  of  the  brave.  '*tN  w.  '$.. 

t  ,■'•«''  ■^' 

THE  REFORMED  DRUNKARD'S  SONd  OR  > 
REMEMBRANCE. 

BY  CHARLES  W.  DENNISON, 

Am.—"  Oft  in  ffie  Stilly  JVight." 

WHEN  I  remember  no^f  '  , 
The  chains  that  I  havt  broken, 
I  would  renew  my  vow,  ' 

And  take  afresh  my  tolse.n ; 
I  feel  like  one,  v'"" 

Whose  pledge  begun, 

Shall  never  be  fc^saken  ; 
With  heart  and  hand 
At  God's  command, 

The  Temperance  vow  I've  taken. 

When  I  remember  all 

My  old  companions  jolly; 
I  feel  I've  burst  my  thrall. 

My  bonds  of  guilt  and  folly ; 


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No  more,  at  night, 
To  swear  and  fight, 

Am  I  the  slave  of  drinking  ; 
Eut  free  once  more. 
From  chains  so  sore, 

I  shall  keep  free,  I'm  thinking. 


TE-TOTALER'S  EATTLE  SONG. 

BY  A.  J.  LOKD. 

TuiVE.— "  Bay  of  Biscay  OP' 

Lp  !  The  Temperance  Banner  floating 

Free  o'er  our  gallant  band  ! 
Hark !  the  Temjierance  Legion  shouting 

Victor}'  thro'  the  land  ! 
On  !  to  the  battle  oiT! 
Strike  the  fell  ixiOAigter  down  ! 
Fight !  light !  fight ! 
■  Day  and  night  ■ 
'Gainst  the  tyrant  Alcohol  ! 

The  Temperance  cause  is  gloriouSj 

And  still  is  gaining  ground ; 
'Tis  spreading  all  victorious 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
On!  to  the  battle  on! 
Strike  the  fell  monster  down  ! 
And  fight!  fight! 
Day  and  night 
'Gainst  the  tyrant  Alcohol ! 

We'll  give  no  truce  nor  quarter. 

But  force  the  battle  on ; 
And  still  we'll  cry  "Cold  Water," 

Until  the  victory's  won. 
On  !  to  the  battle  field. 
Grasp  banner,  sword  and  shield, 
And  fight  !  fight ! 
Dav  and  night 
'Gainst  the  t^Tanf;  Aicoiioi  ! 


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106  WASHINGTON  SONGS. 


GRANT  OF  OUR  CREATOR. 

BY  the  grant,  of  our  Creator, 
Earth  and  sea  with  bounty  stor'd  : 
All  was  subject  to  our  nature — 
Man  was  made  Creation's  Lord. 

Shall  this  order  be  invaded, 
•    Man,  the  immortal  living  soul — 
From  his  station  be  degraded, 
Made  the  slave  of  AlCohol. 

Rise  ye  victims,  seize  our  motto  ! 

To  our  ranks  determined  run ; 
Mind  should  rule  it — always  ought  to 

Say,  "  I  will,  and  it  is  done." 

Washingtonians  to  the  rescue, 

Let  your  pity  still  abide. 
While  a  neighbor's  groans  address  you— 

Pass  not  on  the  other  side. 

Wield  your  armor,  bright  and  ample, 
Hand  and  hand  divest  of  guile  ; 

Reason,  facts,  a  bright  example — 
Victory  waits  to  crown  your  toil. 

Lo  !  your  works  shall  be  rewarded, 
Thousands  who  the  blessings  share ; 

High  shall  see  your  deeds  recorded 
With  the  sacred  name  you  bear. 

Washington  Jan. 


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WASHINGTON    SONGS.  107 

THE  GLEE  SONG. 
Tune — "  Cheer  up  my  lively  lads. 
H  what  has  made  the  grog  men  sigh, 


And  sadly  hang  their  heads,  sir ; 
Tiieir  customers  no  more  will  buy, 
And  alcohol  is  dead,  sir. 

Then  cheer  up,  my  lively  lads, 
xin  spite  of  all  rum's  powers  \ 
Cheer  up  my  lively  lads. 
The  vict'ry'U  soon  be  ours. 

They  say  that  every  dog's  his  day. 
And  they  theirs  have  had,  sir, 

1  guess  the  sun  forgot  to  pay 
His  visit  to  their  side,  sir, 

Then  cheer  up,  my  lively  lads,  &c. 

But  now  I  think  we'll  take  our  turn, 
As  they  have  made  us  blue,  sir ; 

Their  Brandy,  Rum,  and  Gin  we'll  burn, 
And  see  if  that  won't  do,  sir. 

Then  cheer  up,  ray  lively  lads,  &c. 

Hurrah,  my  lads,  we're  coming  on, 
They're  shaking  now  with  fear,  sir. 

The  rum  heads  now"  most  all  are  gone. 
They'll  soon  have  none  to  lose,  sir. 
Then  cheer  up,  my  lively  lads,  &,c 

We're  building  forts  around  the  town. 
And  guns  we  have  enough,  sir, 

We'll  batter  all  the  rum  holes  down. 
And  see  if  that  won't  do,  sir. 
Then  cheer  up,  my  lively  lads,  &c. 

The  ladies  all  will  to  a  man, 

Turn  out  to  help  us  too,  sir. 
And  every  one  do  all  she  can, 

To  help  the  cause  quite  through,  sir. 
Then  cheer  up  my  lively  lads,  &c. 


iCHg  *         WASHINGTON    SONG5. 

REJOICE. 
Air — The  Miilenium  Hymn. 

REJOICE,  Rejoice,  the  Temperance  cause  advancesj 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  its  advocates  arc  here; 

The  old,  the  young,  all  join  in  one, 

To  aid  the  causa  of  Temp'rance  on  : 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  Temp'rance  cause  advances. 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  its  advocates  are  here  : 

Our  cause  is  good  and  object  pure, 

Our  ranks  increasinoj  more  and  more — 

We  soon  shall  banish  from  our  land 

The  Tyrant  with  his  motley  band  : 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  Temp'rance  cause  advances, 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice,  its  advocates  are  here. 

Rejoice,  Rejoice,  our  number  fast  increases, 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  victory  is  ours ; 

We  in  the  distance  now  can  see 

Thousands,  who  say  they  will  be  free : 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  our  cause  is  still  advancing. 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  enemy  will  flee  : 

Let  us  our  efforts  still  increase. 

And  never  in  our  labours  cease — 

The  victory  we'll  surely  gain, 

For  see  the  many  in  our  train  : 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  our  number  fast  increases,- 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  victory  is  purs.    •- 

Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  Temp'rance  bann^s  t^aving. 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  ladies  they  have  come — 
They've  sign'd  the  pledge  of  liberty, 
And  joyful  shout — "  we're  free  !  we're  free  !'^ 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  for  more  will  soon  be  coming. 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  our  cause  is  gaining  ground; 
Who  next  will  in  our  ranks  enlist. 
And  thus  the  monster  firm  resist '? 
(Union  is  strength)  then  lend  your  aid. 
And  soon  we'll  boast  new  vict'ries  made : 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  Temp'rance  banner's  waving, 
Rejoice,  Rejoice,  Rejoice,  'tis  spreading  o'er  the  world. 


WASHINGTON   SONGS.  109 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  REDEEMED. 

WE  come  !  we  come  !  that  have  been  held, 
In  burning  chains  so  long; 
We're  up  !  and  on  we  come,  a  host 

Full  fifty  thousand  strong. 
The  chains  we've  snapped,  that  held  us  round 

The  wine-vat  and  the  still — 
Snapped  by  a  blow — nay,  by  a  word, 
That  mighty  word,  I  will! 

We  come  from  Belial's  palaces, 

The  tippling-shop  and  bar ; 
And,  as  we  march,  those  gates  of  hell 

Feel  their  foundations  jar. 
The  very  ground  that  oft  has  held. 

All  night,  our  throbbing  head. 
Knows  that  we're  up — no  more  to  fall, 

And  trembles  at  our  tread. 


From  dirty  den,  from  gutter  foul, 

From  watch-house  and  from  prison, 
Where  they  who  gave  the  poisonous  glass. 

Had  thrown  us,  have  we  risen ; 
From  garret  high  have  hurried  down. 

From  cellar  stived  and  damp 
Come  up ;  till  alley,  lane,  and  street 

Echo  our  earthquake  tramp. 

To  God  be  thanks  who  pours  us  out 

Cold  water  from  his  hills. 
In  crystal  springs  and  babbling  brooks, 

In  lakes  and  sparkling  rills  ! 
From  these  to  quench  our  thirst  we  come, 

With  freemen's  shout  and  song, 
A  host  akeady  numbering  more 
Than  fifty  thousand  strong.  PierponT. 

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110  WASHINGTON    SONGS. 

AWAY  THE  BOWL. 
Air. — Away  to  School. 

OUR  youthful  hearts  with  temperance  burn, 
Away,  away  the  bowl, 
From  dram  shops  all  our  steps  we  turn, 

Away,  away  the  bowl. 
Farewell  to  rum  and  all  its  harms. 
Farewell  the  wine  cup's  boasted  charms, 
Away  the  bowl,  away  the  bowl, 
Away,  away  the  bowl. 

See  how  that  staggering  drunkard  reels. 

Away,  away  the  bowl, 
Alas  the  misery  he  reveals. 

Away,  away  the  bowl. 
His  children  grieve,  his  wife's  in  tears, 
How  sad  his  once  bright  home  appears, 

Away  the  bowl,  away  the  bowl, 

Away,  away  the  bowl. 

We  drink  no  more,  nor  buy  nor  sell, 

Away,  away  the  bowl, 
The  drunkard's  offers  we  repel. 

Away,  away  the  bowl. 
United  in  a  temperance  band, 
We're  join'd  in  heart,  we're  join'd  in  hand; 

Away  the  bowl,  away  the  bowl, 

Away,  away  the  bowl. 


SPARKLING  AND  BRIGHT. 

SPARKLING  and  bright  in  its  liquid  light, 
Is  the  water  in  our  glasses ; 
'Twill  give  you  health,  'twill  give  you  wealth 
Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses ! 


WASHINGTON   SONGS.  Ill 

Chorus. 
O  then  resign  your  ruby  wine, 

Each  smiling  son  and  daughter, 
There's  nothing  so  good  for  the  youthful  bloodj, 

Or  sweet  as  the  sparkling  water. 

Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold 

From  the  crystal  fountains  flowing  ; 
A  calm  delight  both  day  and  night 

To  happy  homes  bestowing. 

Chorus.     0  then  resign,  &c. 

Sorrow  has  fled  from  the  heart  that  bled 

Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother ; 
They've  given  up  the  poisoned  cup, 

Son,  husband,  daughter,  brother, 

Chorus.     O  then  resign,  &c. 


COME  TO  THE  TEMPERANCE  HALL. 

COME  to  the  Temperance  Hall, 
The  Pledge  of  Freedom  sign — 
Come,  banish  Alcohol, 

Rum,  brandy,  beer,  and  wine. 
From  the  dens  of  drunken  mirth. 

The  dark  abodes  of  rum. 
Where  sorrow  has  its  birth. 
Come  forth  ye  rummers,  come. 

Come  to  the  Temperance  Hall, 
The  pledge  of  Freedom  sign — 

Come,  banish  Alcohol, 
Rum,  brandy,  beer,  and  wine. 

Ye  that  the  brandy  red, 

Are  mighty  to  consflme, 
Come  I  let  it  ne'er  be  said 

Ye  fear  the  Temp'rance  room. 

Come,  &c. 


112  WASHINGTON    SONGS. 

Ye  beer-ers  leave  your  beer, 
Brightly  although  it  foam — 

To  the  water  cold  and  clear, 
Ye  red-faced  beer-ers,  come. 

Come,  &c. 

Ye  boys  who  quaff  the  wine 
With  faces  all  in  bloom, 

March  up  in  goodly  line — 
Room  for  the  wine-boys,  room, 
Come,  &c 

Come  one,  come  all,  and  flee 

The  drunkard's  dreadful  doom ; 
Awake,  arise,  be  free — 
To  health,  wealth,  honor,  come  ! 
Come,  &c. 


TEMPERANCE  ODE. 

BY  A  TE-TOTALLER  OF  HUDSON. 

Air — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

COME^&I^Mis  and  brethren,  all  unite 
In  soMs^  hearty  cheer. 
Our  cause  speeds  onward  in  its  might. 
Away  with  doubt  and  fear. 

Chorus. 
We  give  the  pledge,  we  join  the  hand, 

Resolved  on  Victory; 
We  are  a  bold  determined  band, 

We  strike  for  Liberty. 

Our  wives — our  children  we'll  defend  ; 

Their  groans  and  tears,  no  more 
Shall  with  the  maddening  liquor  blend : 

Down  with  the  Tyrant's  power. 
We  give  the  pledge,  we  join  the  hand,  &c. 


WASHINGTON   SONGS.  113 

The  cup  of  death  no  more  we  take 

That  cup  no  more  we  give, 
It  makes  the  head — the  bosom  ache, 
Ah,  who  can  drink  and  live  1 

We  give  the  pledge,  we  joia  the  hand,  &c. 
Henceforth  we  one  and  all  proclaim. 

Eternal  war  with  Rum ; 
This  is  our  pledge,  "  IVe  drink  no  more" 
Come  join  us,  Brothers,  come. 
We  give  the  pledge,  we  join  the  hand,  &c. 


THE  RUMSELLER'S  LAMENT. 
Air — "  O,  dear  what  can  the  matter  be  ?" 

OH  dear,  what  can  the  matter  be  ? 
Dear,  dear,  what  can  the  matter  be  1 

0  dear,  what  can  the  matter  be  '\ 
What  shall  I  do  with  my  Rum  ? 

The  Washington  boys  are  playing  the  dickens, 
The  night  of  confusion  around  me  now  thickens. 
Unless  the  rum  business  with  some  of  us  quickens. 
We'll  all  have  to  cut  with  our  Rum. 

Oh  dear,  &c. 

1  used  to  get  rich  through  the  toilii^g  mechanic, 
Who  spent  all  his  earnings  in  pleasures  Satanic, 
But  now,  I  confess,  I'm  in  a  great  panic, 

Because  I  can  sell  no  more  Rum. 

Oh  dear,  &c. 
My  customers  once  to  my  bar-room  were  flocking, 
Some  without  coat,  or  a  shoe,  or  a  stocking, 
But  now  I  declare  it  is  really  shocking, 
I  cannot  dispose  of  my  Rum. 

Oh  dear,  &c. 
I  once  cloth'd  in  satin  my  wife  and  my  daughter. 
But  now  they  wear  calico  !  what  is  the  matter  ? 
They  give  up  my  Rum  for  the  sake  of  Cold  Water: 
Oh  what  shall  I  do  with  my  Rum  1 

Oh  dear,  &c. 


SAIIiOR'S 


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SONG. 
THE  TEMPERANCE  SHIt. 
PEED,  speed  the  temperance  ship  ! 
Ye  winds  fill  every  sail, 
Behold  her  on  the  deep, 
Outriding  every  gale. 
The  tempest's  fury  she  outbraves, 
And  hosts  of  deathless  drunkards  saves. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship  ! 

Who  joins  us  in  the  cry  ? 
Mothers  and  children  cease  to  weep, 

Our  ship  is  passing  by. 
We  wish  to  take  you  all  on  board — 
A  freight  of  mercy  to  the  Lord. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship  ! 

For  her  we'll  ever  pray, 
'Tis  Israel's  God  alone  can  keep 

In  safety,  night  and  day  -, 
On  him  we'll  evermore  depend 
Who  is  the  contrite  drunkard's  friend. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship.' 

Ye  young  and  aged  shout, 
Behold  her  sailing  o'er  the  deep ! 

With  all  her  streamers  out, 
Bound  for  the  true  te-total  shore — 
Where  streams  of  death  are  drank  no  more. 


sailor's  temperance  songs. 

SONG. 
.      THE  SEAMAN'S  LAY. 
Air. — Oh  !  no,  we  never  mention  her. 

LIST,  shipmates,  to  a  seamen's  lay : 
Jack  Temperance  and  Jack  Grog 
Are  gallant  sailors  in  their  way, 

As  ever  hove  a  log  : 
But  Grog's  a  lad  of  fits  and  starts  ; 
You'll  find  him  sharp  and  slow  ; 
Now  hot,  now  cold  :  his  spirits  up, 
He's  all  for  dash  and  blow. 

But  if  at  times  he's  sharp  and  quick, 

'Tis  soon  he'll  flag  and  tire  ; 
And  then  so  hot,  he'd  eat  Old  Nick, 

Or  set  the  sea  on  fire  ! 
And  though  you  heai-  him  brag  full  oft 

He  bangs  the  other  hollow, 
I  never  knew  him  go  aloft, 

When  Temperance  would  not  follow. 

But  when  he's  had  the  drop  he  likes — 

He  loves  his  glass  we  know — 
The  squall  comes  on,  the  boatswain  pipes 

All  hands  to  reef  and  stow  : 
'Tis  then  aloft,  and  lying  out. 

To  reef,  or  stow,  or  bend, 
Jack  Temperance  has  the  ready  hand 

To  stay  his  falling  friend. 

Oh  I  Temperance  is  a  seaman  bold 

As  ever  trod  the  deck  ; 
And  oft,  when  seas  like  mountain's  roU'd, 

Has  saved  the  ship  from  wreck  : 
And  when  there  rolls  that  mountain-sea, 

All  threatening  to  o'erwhelm. 
White  breakers  thundering  on  the  lee, 

Let  Temperance  take  the  helm. 


116  sailor's  temperance  songs. 

'Tis  he  can  put  the  ship  about — 

•'  Ho  J  breakers  !    Helm's  a-lee  !" 
And  ever  keeps  the  bright  look-out, 

To  lufF,  or  steer  her  free. 
Blow  high,  blow  low,  on  him  depend  ; 

Jack  Temperance  is  the  lad. 
The  kindest,  truest,  firmest  friend 

Poor  sailor  ever  had. 


SONG. 
RULE,  TEMPERANCE,  RULE. 

TEMPERANCE,  with  pinions  widely  spread, 
Flies  througli  the  world  at  heaven's  command; 
And  blessings  bj'  her  influence  shed  , 

Charter  her  rule  in  every  land. 
Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 

She  strikes  not  with  the  faulchion's  edge, 

To  free  the  vice-besotted  slave  ; 
She  simply  bears  a  twofold  pledge, 
With  it  to  conquer  and  to  save.     ' 
Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 

And  e'en  upon  the  raging  main. 

When  shattered  barks  are  tempest-tost. 
That  magic  pledge  shall  hold  its  reign. 
And  bind  the  seaman  to  his  post. 
Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  %imperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 

To  rouse  the  mind  to  virtue's  call — 

All  reckless  of  the  taunt  of  fools — 
Offending  none,  inviting  all. 

She  comes,  she  conquers,  and  she  rules. 
Rule,  temperance,  rule — true,  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 


sailor's  temperance  songs.  117 

SONG, 
oil  WILD  IS  THE  PATH. 

OH  wild  is  the  path  of  the  son  of  the  sea, 
Who  launches  his  bark  on  the  perilous  tide ; 
But  wilder  by  far  is  the  reef  studded  lee, 

Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  ride. 

Oh  fierce  is  the  storm  that  the  mariner  braves, 
'Mid  thunders  and  lightnings  afar  on  the  foam  ; 

But  the  storm  of  the  land  has  more  dangerous  waves, 
Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  roam 

Oh  hungry  as  death  are  the  monsters  that  prey, 
On  the  corpse  of  the  sailor  far  down  in  the  deep ; 

But  hungrier  still  are  the  monsters  who  prey, 
Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  creep. 

Oh  God,  save  the  sailor  with  lieavenly  force. 

From  drunkards  and  drunkenness  keep  him  afar  , 

Oh  steer  him  safe  on  in  a  heavenly  course, 

By  the  mild  cheering  light  of  the  temperance  star. 

C.  W.  Denisoa. 


SONG. 
THE  TEMPERANCE  CREW. 

Air. — "  The  Bold  Buccaneer. 

LUFF  up,  boys  !  clew  up,  and  furl  every  sail ; 
Clear  the  cables — let  all  fly,  and  clew  ; 
Though  rocks  are  a-lee,  she  will  laugh  at  the  gale, 
For  our  ship  has  a  Temperance  crew  I 

Chorus. 

Tho'  rocks  are  a-lee,  she  will  laugh  at  the  gale, 
For  our  ship  has  a  Temperance  crew. 


118  sailor's  temperance  songs. 

We  ask  not  "  grog  courage,"  so  vaunted  ; 

Let  it  blow  as  it  never  yet  blew ! 
To  ride  amidst  breakers  undaunted 

Is  the  vaunt  of  a  Temperance  crew  I 

Chorus. 
To  ride  amidst  breakers  undaunted 
Is  the  vaunt  of  a  Temperance  crew. 

Down  anchors — pay  out — let  her  swing  free  and  wide  , 

As  our  hearts,  so  our  cables  are  true  ; 
Like  a  sea  bird  she  sits ! — now  she  breasts  the  rougfe 
tide ! 

Hold  on  then,  brave  Temperance  crew. 

Chorus. 
Like  a  sea  bird  she  sits, as  she  breasts  the  rough  tide! 
Hold  on  then,  brave  Temperance  crew. 

Come,  a  bright,  bright  look-out.     Hail  each  lull,  or  a 
pause 

In  the  gale  ! — we  have  death  in  our  view  ! 
But  may  weather  the  squall — for  in  God  and  our  cause 

Js  the  trust  of  a  Temperance  creio,  \ 

Chorus. 
But  may  weather  the  squall,  for  in  God  and  our 

cause 
Is  the  trust  of  a  Temperance  crew. 

Bear  a  hand — the  storm  lulls — and  the  tide  sets  off  fast, 

Ere  again  the  wild  hurricane  brew. 
Set  her  topsails,  and  slip — and  the  danger  is  past ; 

Then  huzza  for  a  Temperance  crew  ! 

Chorus. 
Set  her  topsails,  and  slip — and  the  danger  is  past 
Then  huzza  for  a  Temperance  crew. 


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A  Beacon  has  been  lighted — Romaine 37 

All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death 17 

And  are  ye  sure  the  news  is  true 75 

Another  year  has  run  its  round 60 

Away  from  the  revel — Muhlenberg 55 

Be  days  of  drinking  wine  forgot — Auld  Lang  Syne- ...  77 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  throughout  this  day 59 

Belshazzar  i\  king — Shout  the  glad  tidings 74 

Blow  the  temp'rance  trumpet,  blow 27 

By  the  grant  of  our  Creator 106 

Can  any  thing  be  done  for  thee 89 

Can  we  forget  the  gloomy  time — Auld  Lang  Syne 47 

Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain 60 

Children  who  have  rallied  now — Wallace 55 

Come,  behold  the  drunkard  dying — Welsh  Melody 54 

Come,  sons  of  Columbia,  while  proudly  and  high 66 

Come,  ye  messengers  of  mercy — Littleton 34 

Come  friends,  and  brethren,  all  unite 112 

Come  join  in  our  temperance  army 90 

Come  to  the  temperance  hall Ill 

Crystal  streamlet !  gently  flowing — Sicilian  Hymn-  •  •  •  76 
Dash  to  the  floor  that  bowl — Sebastian  Bach,  H.M.  .  .  51 

Dash  down  the  cup  !  drink  not  the  draught 92 

Daughter  of  nations  !  awake  from  thy  slumb's  i  Daughter  2Q 
Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers  \  of  Zion    54 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  drunkard  draw  near 96 

Farewell  to  the  cup  !  we  have  tarried  too  long — Scotland  70 

Friends  of  man  and  foes  to  madness — Wilmot 65 

Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  song— Wallace 40 

Go,  self-polluted  loathsome  wretch— iWie/ody •  11 


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Hail,  day  of  joy  ! — Star  of  Bethlehem 93 

Hail,  temp'rance  !  fair  celestial  ray 21 

Hail!  the  New  Year  Jubilee 80 

Hallelujah  we  sing  to  the  Saviour  of  men 93 

Hand  me  the  bowl !  ye  jovial  band 7 

Hark  !  hark  ye  !  O  listen — St.  Denis 5 

Heavenly  Father  !  give  thy  blessing — Sicily 61 

Help  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man 8 

He  was  a  virtuous  youth — Boylton 58 

Hosannas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing  39 

How  bright  the  page  where  every  thought 35 

How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  days  of  my  childhood.  . .  68 

How  long,  0  God,  how  long 9 

How  long  shall  virtue  languish — Romaine 39 

Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  we've  burst  the  chain 99 

If  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth 71 

I  heard  a  voice  from  heaven 23 

Intemp'rance,  like  a  raging  flood 6 

Intemp'rance  rears  its  sinful  towers — Newcourt 49 

I  saw  a  youth  in  his  father's  hall 84 

I  spring  from  the  rock,  from  mountain  side . . . .' 69 

I've  thrown  the  bowl  aside 72 

Land  of  Columbia  !  awake — Daughter  of  Zion 63 

Let  him  who  may  think — Bethlehem 61 

Let  Temperance  and  her  sons  rejoice — Sterling 38 

List,  shipmates,  to  a  seaman's  lay 115 

Long  and  gloomy  was  the  night — PleyePs  Hymn 24 

Lord  of  heaven  and  earth,  assist  us — Siberia 34 

Lo  !  The  Temperance  Banner  floating 105 

Lo  !  Zion  droops  in  vain — in  vain 23 

Luff  up  boys ;  clew  up  and  furl  every  sail 117 

Mid  sorrows  and  sadness — Home,  sweet  home 13 

Mournful  and  sad  upon  my  ear — Ballermo 14 

No  more  the  sparkling  glass  invites 93 

O'er  Arabia's  dreary  sands 30 

Oh  !  soft  sleep  the  hills  in  their  sunny  repose — Scotland  79 

Oh  dear,  what  can  the  matter  be 113 

Oh,  is  there  not  now  any  fireman's  song 87 

Oh,  shun  the  bowl— Stor  of  Bethlehem 50 

Oh,  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 48 

Oh,  touch  it  not,  for  deep  within 53 

Oh,  turn  from  the  Avine-glass  away 62 

Oh,  say  can  you  see  by  the  signs  of  the  times •  •  102 

Oh,  say  can  you  see,  on  this  bright  dawning  day 102 


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Oh,  what  has  made  the  grog  men  sigh 19? 

Oh,  wild  is  the  path  of  the  son  of  the  sea 117 

Oh,  water  for  me,  bright  water  for  me — Bonny  Boon, 

Scotch  air 73 

Only  this  once,  the  wine-cup  glowed — Hamburg 10 

On,  temp'rance  on  !  speed  On  blest  power 67 

On  this  joj'ous  day,  while  the  cannon's  loud  voice"  ••   SI 

On  this  glad  day,  O  God,  we  would 38 

Onto  the  conflict,  freemen,  on 97 

Onward  !  onward  !  all  victorious — Grenville 43 

Onward!  onward!   band  victorious — Westborough- "'  33 

O,  'tis  a  joyful  sound  to  hear — Mead 29 

O  that  the  Lord  would  hear 34 

O,  thou  source  of  ills  unnumbered — Middleton 19 

Our  youthful  hearts  with  temp'rance  burn 110 

Our  country's  banners  play — Bermondsey 78 

Parent  of  the  great  creation — Middleton 32 

Pledg'd  in  a  noble  cause 26 

Pledge  for  the  chieftain  immortal  in  story 94 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high — Weymouth 41 

Prepare  for  the  battle,  attend  to  the  sound 86 

Raise  your  banner  high  in  air 2& 

Rejoice,  Rejoice,  the  temperance  cause  advances 108 

Rise  and  shine  through  every  nation — Oliphant 32 

Round  the  temp'rance  standard  rally — Zion 25 

Shall  the  bone  and  muscle  human 85 

Some  sing  the  praise  of  rosy  wine 69 

Son  of  sorrow  !  son  of  sorrow — Mount  Vernon 16 

Sons  and  daughters  of  the  pilgrims — Zion 23 

Source  of  being  !  Holy  Father 30 

Speed ,  speed  the  temperance  ship 114 

Stay,  mortal,  stay  !  nor  heedless  thus — Ballermo 51 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think 15, 

Stretch'd  on  a  heap  of  straw,  his  bed 8 

Temp'rance,  mild  blessing,  goddess  serene 65 

Temp'rance,  tell  the  listening  world — Watchman,  tell 

us  of  the  night 45 

Temp'rance,  with  pinions  widely  spread 116 

That  wine  cup  !  touch  it  not 46 

The  blessings  of  the  bounteous  God 29 

The  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl 56 

The  Pledge!  the  Pledge  !  the  mighty  rock 28 

The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow 22 

There's  a  blessing  on  the  wing ,.••■•  19 


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There  was  a  time,  these  was  a  time 18 

There  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name — Luther's  Hymn  .  24 

They  say  the  goblet's  crowned  with  flowers 84 

This  day,  O  God,  thy  blessed  hand 31 

Though  sore  beset  with  guilt  and  fear 20 

Though  Avretchedness  unending 48 

Thou  liquid  fire!  like  that  which  glow'd 12 

Through  all  the  various  passing  scenes 17 

Throughout  Columbia's  borders 64 

Thy  gracious  aid,  O  God,  impart 56 

United  in  a  peaceful  band 57 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 27 

We  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul 42 

We're  soldiers  of  the  Water  King 98 

We've  heard  that  round  the  wine-cup's  brim ,  58 

We  come,  we  come,  that  have  been  held 109 

What  pilgrim  who  in  distant  climes 100 

What  will  I  drink  ?  Not  that  which  burns 95 

When   I   remember  now 104 

When  in  the  night,-. .  .**^^. 88 

When  God  poured  out  perfection  first 

When  we  think  of  chill  starvation — Mount  Vernoi. ...   11 

Who  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not J.,.,.  78 

With  barifier  and  with  badge  we  come 

Ye  captives  once  to  sin  and  shame / 15 


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